Yesterday was my first day walking home from Times Square post-“Fall Back” and going off Daylight Savings Time.
It was already getting dark at 5 p.m. By the time I started hoofing up Broadway—about 6—it was night.
And something surprised me.
I loved it.
I didn’t realize how much I had missed New York at night. The visual fireworks of Times Square really explode in the dark. The rows and regiments of skyscrapers—office lights blazing—take on new angles and dimensions. The softly-lit trees at the Time Warner Center make Columbus Circle look magical.
I know we’re supposed to dread the approaching days of seven hours of sunlight—seasonal depression and all that—but this is a nighttime city. And I’m glad for the change.
OK. That’s it, and that’s enough.
It was already getting dark at 5 p.m. By the time I started hoofing up Broadway—about 6—it was night.
And something surprised me.
I loved it.
I didn’t realize how much I had missed New York at night. The visual fireworks of Times Square really explode in the dark. The rows and regiments of skyscrapers—office lights blazing—take on new angles and dimensions. The softly-lit trees at the Time Warner Center make Columbus Circle look magical.
I know we’re supposed to dread the approaching days of seven hours of sunlight—seasonal depression and all that—but this is a nighttime city. And I’m glad for the change.
OK. That’s it, and that’s enough.
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