Today feels like a summer morning; not a summer morning in New York City, but a summer morning back home. The air has a slight chill to it but with the promise and smell of warmer weather. All those who have chosen to venture out at this hour are tentatively dressed in layers, unsure of the weather to come. The sun is bright and clear, as if giving its word to heat. In the Pacific Northwest this is a pleasant summer morning; in New York City it is a threat of summer to come.