Walking past the park to meet Katie, I can feel the heat creeping up, like God focusing the sun to burn all us little ants under His omnipotent magnifying glass.
We walk East until we reach an intersection where we can watch the sun as it sets between the canyons of skyscrapers, and we're not alone. Crowds like pipers running into the receding tide of traffic dart into the middle of the street, cameras held high, madly photographing the firey demise of day with each red stoplight, and then dart back to the sidewalks, chased by the honks of irate drivers as the light turns green.
Katie takes a picture of the sunset as it appears on the phone of another person taking a picture of the sunset, while a lady walks through the impromptu party/good-natured riot pleading in confusion, "What's going on?"
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