A Sad but Acceptable Substitute

Walking up the subway stairs at 49th and Broadway on my way home from work tonight, I was greeted by the dazzling, lush red warmth of the sun as it set over the ocean, sending tendrils of light dancing across the water's surface until it was so bright that I literally had to stop, close my eyes, and allow the crimson and golden and white heat to sweep across my chilled face before it disappeared below the distant horizon.

This experience brought to you by Lehman Brothers, 21st century technology, and my frail and impressionable brain after a twelve-hour day at the hospital.