On a Night to Remember

In New York City.

Usually it happens in the summer, when that street you're overly-acquainted with is unusually deserted, a handful of stars are actually visible, and the moon may or may not be full but you tell yourself it is anyway. Other times, it happens right after a snow storm when the ground is untouched by sleeping children and you make eye contact with a passerby as a form of tacit acknowledgment that this is the first moment of winter. Or maybe it's during your walk home from Lincoln Center when the breeze from the Hudson makes comforting promises of what lies ahead. It's called the perfect night and, while they are few and far between, they are almost always unmissable. Enjoy.