The night air is crisp and cool, just perfect for an early autumn evening. As the daylight begins to dim and turn into the indigo we know as the night sky, people are bustling around, hurrying from place to place, not really looking around them. They’re focused on their destination, wherever that may be. All you see around you are the people, the buildings, and the lights. The lights that replace the beautiful daylight we forget to cherish. Time doesn’t stop for anyone. The sky is changing colors and people are moving. They keep to themselves, talking on phones, walking their dogs, carrying bags full of merchandise. You hear the shuffle and bustle of the city night life and all you can think is “Wow, this is NYC.”
I particularly like this photo as I think it captures really NYC as a whole. You get to see mass amounts of people, buildings, trees, and skyscrapers in the distance. It makes you think as to all of the great things that NYC has to offer.
As poetry or poetic prose this is slightly over written, meaning that too much is expository, telling us too much, when creative writing wants to show us things. For example, second sentence: compare to “daylight goes to indigo sky, people bustle unaware.” Or something like that. It’s a matter of being precise and compact and letting the images speak.