Disneyfied.

I stepped off the train this morning and was hit with a warm, bright yellow light. It felt nice but strange. Like when you get a little neck rub from someone you don't know very well and didn't pay. I looked along the ground and all around me at what seemed a reflection. I actually paused mid-step and did a 360 check with my eyes - scanning which building the bright reflection was coming from - "... this is SoHo...there aren't any giant, glass paneled buil....wait...it can't be...."

Yep. The ACTUAL sun is out.

Sometimes it is so surreal to sense something natural in this city it is one's first instinct to assume it unnatural.

Can you imagine going back in time, sitting down next to a Cowboy on the range, looking up at a harvest moon together and saying, "wow...that looks so.... fake..." He would look at you the way everybody looks at George McFly.