Hudson River, 4:41am

A steady stream of trucks crosses the George Washington Bridge into the city, the bright fronts of their cabs followed by the darker shadow of their trailers. The bridge casts its own shadow on the Hudson, great stripes reaching north across the water.

But the most beautiful thing is that the soft and powerful glow of the street lamps along the bluff are casting their own warm lights down on the river, and they are crisscrossed by the shadows of trees.