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Beauty

Last night, as I was about to give in to the Nyquil-induced, cough-free slumber, I noticed that I can see a star from my bedroom window. Stars are rare in New York because there is so much city light. It was nice seeing the star.

But what is better than the star is what I saw when I woke up this morning. I looked out my window and looked across the river and saw the glorious skyline of Manhattan. There were some birds flapping about the Queensboro bridge and the whole scene was like a post card of pure potential and joyfully laughing anticipation.

This evening, I'm looking again at the city. The Empire State Building is lit in blue and white. She looks like a superstar at the Oscars in the perfect dress and elegant jewels.

And next to her is the Chrysler building shining like an entire constellation of stars.

I love this city.

When I look at it, my spirit soars and laughs. This city is the greatest creation ever to flow forth from the hand of man. It stands on the planet as a testament to everything heroic and good. It is eloquent and sublime, regal and awe-inspiring. I love watching the lights glitter in the crisp night.

It's supposed to start raining later tonight and I won't be able to see the individual lights, but through the clouds and water it will glow and warm the air and water and my soul.

I love this city so much.