I’m used to the dark of night, not the light of day, and as the train emerges from the tunnel, the latter still has the power to surprise me, even though it’s been this way for a week or so: am I late? This early in the morning — I’m usually out the front door of my building shortly after six — the summer heat has yet to hit, and it feels wonderful outside. Yeah, that’s right, summer heat. Spring? That was Friday the 24th. Started and ended. It’s summer now, bitches. A fact that became