Weehawken was my spot. I’d been eyeing it for weeks, imagining Manhattan stretched out in front of me, glowing under a starry sky. The night was crisp, and the skyline was breathtaking, like something out of a dream.

Setting up my camera, I couldn’t stop staring. The city looked alive—every building lit up, shimmering like it had its own heartbeat. Above, the stars scattered across the sky, daring the city’s lights to outshine them. And the river? It was like a mirror, reflecting the whole scene, doubling the magic.

Later, when I saw the print, I couldn’t believe it. The skyline glowed, the stars stood strong, and the reflections on the water tied it all together. Weehawken had given me the perfect view, and the shot was more than a photo—it was a memory, alive and unforgettable.