It’s getting darker earlier, and soon enough it’ll be pitch black when I leave work. Today I checked sunset time – 6.51pm – and realized I’d better make the most of dusk while it still exists. And what better way than with the city skyline?
After work I jumped on the F train to Jay Street and walked to the waterfront to get to the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. What I actually ended up doing was arriving at Brooklyn Bridge Park with the promenade looking down on me. I was baffled for about ten minutes, but after a bit of powerwalking, I found a pedestrian bridge and finally reached it.
The sun was just slipping behind the Manhattan skyline as I got there. I walked the length of the walkway as the sky became darker and the buildings became more illuminated.
The promenade, which looks across the East River to the tip of Manhattan, is such a cracking spot. It’s wide but bikes and blades aren’t allowed, so you can take a gentle stroll without having to dance around anyone else. Or you can just sit and admire the city, with your book or with your thoughts.
The view isn’t bad on the promenade side either – there are lovely red-brick buildings with lush gardens and windows glistening with orange light. There are also images on the pavement showing how drastically the view has changed since the Declaration of Independence was signed, and there’s an image of the Twin Towers tied to the fence, reminding us what the skyline once looked like.
The only issue here is the construction. Brooklyn Bridge Park, which is beneath the promenade, is undergoing a massive overhaul. The result will be beautiful but for now, it’s a bit of an eyesore beneath the skyline. It means that the view of the city is much better at night, when the construction site is hidden by the darkness.
What a lovely place – night or day. But I reckon it’s best at dusk, when you see a bit of everything.