As the sun begins to dip and the air cools, I take to the paved path along the Shore Road. This stretch of path is today strewn with walkers, runners, rollerbladers, photographers, tourists, locals, families with strollers - young and old soaking in the sunshine.
Though butted up against the noisy Parkway, the view of Lower Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty, Staten Island and the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge is remarkable, especially from Pier 69, but all along the path. As the weekday traffic slows and the sun sets, the area becomes more peaceful.
A handful of local men are beneath the bridge, fishing for striped bass, casting their cares out to the sea.
The sun disappears from view behind Staten Island and its bright light is replaced with midnight blue and dark orange, the colors of dusk. The bridge lights up and what was once noisy, crowded and hot is now quiet, calm and cool.
Here in this city of millions, I've learned to tune out background noise, to share the space around me, and to patiently wait for crowds to disperse from popular areas. Then the beauty of the city reveals herself, and I fall in love all over again.