Through a trick lighting technique
the skyline was made and faded
with the care of a pointillist—
maybe aiding us to think nothing was
missing. We traded verbs

about what was happening
in the metropolis, realizing,
in the scorched plum of dusk,
actual human infinity was occurring
on an island before us....

She likes the mystery of that changeover, those fifteen minutes of sundown when the streets and trees and people and parked cars are delicate and immediate, every sound and smell and movement amplified by the lowest light or the lightest darkness. Even a city that’s broken and dirty can, in that time, be divine and intimate.

From the top of the quarry cliffs, one could see the New Jersey suburbs bordered by the New York City skyline.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.

I run New York City!

I was born in New York City but grew up across the Hudson River in Alpine, New Jersey.