We live in NYC where we’re forced to stretch our necks just to catch the light of the setting sun reflecting in a window of a nearby building. We come to this house in the summer for the peace but also for the drama of this hour. 8pm. Are you gonna get a purple sky littered with lightening or are you going to see a burning red sky with fireflies dancing in the glow? The only way to know is to wait, patiently, and watch as it all unfolds.