“Don’t drink the Kool-Aid.”

New York City at midnight. A magical place, where everything and anything is possible. The city quiet other than the occasional taxi that speeds by. Wandering the streets we pass by buildings both full of people and empty for the night. The Brooklyn Bridge sparkles with an iridescent glow – people driving home after a night in the city, Grand Central Stations sits empty – a sharp contrast to the bustling activity that fills the large building during the day where noise travels up the arched ceiling, Times Square glows and flashes – daytime in the middle of the night. Music fills the night as a large crowd of people runs up an empty street, they follow a small band that sings and plays, “I feel good, I feel free, I feel fine just being me.” The crowd chants with them. A flash mob or a flash concert, no one knows and no one cares. They follow the band, which stomps down into the subway, the crowd barreling down the steps in their wake. The city is full of possibility, an island of wonder, energy and excitement. New York City at midnight is magical, beautiful, quiet, loud, always changing, it is nothing like I have ever seen.