When I went into NYC daily for work for about 20 years, the early morning train, a crowded Penn Station, subway and a walk, there was always a dreaded feeling in the air when it was going to be a hot day. It might be cool in the early morning light but you knew that the trip home would be way past awful.
I thought about what music to play for this...I think the Painted Desert from Grand Canyon Suite (in this slightly wierd version) will suffice...or perhaps Ronald Reagan's Death Valley Days. You decide "old ranger".
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