What if, once the city had made it through the worst of the pandemic, we’d refused to settle for less in every area of our lives? Earlier this month, a friend invited me for a rooftop picnic near the southern tip of Manhattan. A spectacular sunset gave way to the sparkle and glitter of the island at night when viewed from a great height: the empty glass skyscrapers, their lights always on, looking like see-through doll houses; car headlights and tail-lights melding together, turning northbound avenues into red ribbons and southbound avenues into white ones. “It’s Christmas every day,” […]
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