Evening is coming fast

“Evening is coming fast, and the great city is blazing there in your vision in its terrific frontal sweep and curtain of star-flung towers, now sown with the diamond pollen of a million lights, and the sun has set behind them, and the red light of fading day is painted upon the river — and you see the boats, the tugs, the barges passing, and the winglike swoop of bridges with exultant joy — and night has come, and there are ships there — there are ships — and a wild intolerable longing in you that you cannot utter.”
-Thomas Wolfe