Nights in the city always have another layer to them. The rain hits the pavement in this steady rhythm, the lights smear across the street, and everything looks a little unreal, like I’m walking through a scene from a movie. This fragment belongs to that version of New York, the one that feels dramatic in a cool way instead of a heavy way.
Around this hour the city gets that sharp neon glow that makes even the empty blocks feel alive. Reflections move across windows, traffic lights change for no one, and the whole place feels like it’s waiting for something to happen. I like that energy. It’s a quiet, cinematic moment that only shows up when most people are asleep.