Never Sleeps, Always Changing

Penn Station would have made more sense. His train and her train would arrive in the same building. But it's finally autumn in New York. They wanted its classic romanticism more than the convenience. And so, they're about to meet at Grand Central Terminal.

They were meeting for the first time. She insisted it wasn't a date. Yet, they decided to match wearing gray — a color indecisive in itself.

He stands in the middle of the concourse, submerged in the natural daylight that spills across the limestone. Looming above is the celestial ceiling — its gold leaf stars reversed — as if it was seen by its reflection on the water.