The city stands still—
as if holding its breath
for this one fleeting moment
when the sun bows low behind the skyline.

The Empire State rises like a memory
etched in firelight,
anchoring the present to a golden past.
Skyscrapers shimmer like they’ve swallowed the sky,
each window a story, a life,
a heartbeat glowing warm in the dusk.

Snap it, save it,
But the truth is—
You can’t frame this kind of magic.
You feel it,
Every time you see it.

A piece like this isn’t about what you see—
It’s about what you feel
each time you look again.