There's no quiet as precious and beautiful and awe-inspiring then Times Square at around 2 am. Just you and the lights and the quiet of the sleeping city.
😀 That's one of my favorite moments of the year. When everyone else is asleep and I walk outside so I can hear snowflakes landing while the air has that special feel.
All the vaulted sky and cloud shed all else and become a thousand -hued display of Blue. Is this the color of night's dreaming, or the shadow of approaching Day, yet to rise? Silence is the answer from dancing Venus, looking down on Mortal folly...
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