Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps…the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I never tire of the New York skyline. It looks fresh on every return to the city, in every kind of weather and at every time of day, gleaming or gray, but always thrilling and full of that promise and mystery.