There is a picture I will always regret not taking. It was a moment on my flight out of JFK this morning as we rose over Queens and Brooklyn just ahead of the sun. The deep orange of the horizon behind us cast a golden glow across the East River and echoed a soft red off the buildings of Manhattan. The island looked like a giant uncut ruby.
I looked back until it was tiny sparkle.
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