Amongst the Buildings: A Different Cityscape

Late lunch followed by a walk in the park. Not just any park. An elevated park. We're up amongst the buildings--not above them, not looking up at them from the street, but weaving through them, like we're hovering, like it's magic. The sun sets behind us as we walk (through? over?) the meatpacking district. We can see into art galleries and meeting spaces, meet the eyes of billboard models. A strange yellow light descends upon the city, then melts away, into the night. We stand watching the long straight lines of the streets, the headlights, the glitter of windows. When we come down, our feet feel heavy. We've been floating.