The Empire State Building is now the tallest building in New York City. Just like it used to be, It's sad but true. Tragedy made it so.
On clear nights, or foggy ones, I can see it from my apartment on the Upper West Side—just off in the middle distance, standing at once solid and ethereal in the noble, jagged skyline of the city. It glows brightly every night, awash in magical ever-changing colored light. On most nights, the lights turn off precisely at midnight. The Empire State goes black.
But, unlike the Twin Towers, its majestic cousins farther down the island, whose lights were brutally extinguished last September, it reappears with the dawn light. The Empire strikes back.
