So, yesterday, we took the train from Long Island to Manhattan, and we spent the afternoon playing with Dylan's remote controlled car in Central Park. We watched the sun setting between the buildings and the trees. It is such a beautiful transformation to watch. Daylight gives way to the glowing reflection of the sunset on the skyscraper windows and as it fades, the illumination of the buildings slowly begins to sparkle in the dark sky, like stars confined in transparent boxes. It softens the realization... that there are no real stars in the sky. They are only implied.