I stopped on the corner tonight on my way home wondering why a distant aircraft wasn't moving. I finally realized it was Venus, the only light in the sky not moving besides the moon. New York, I love you, you're perfect, but there are a few things about you I'd change about you if I could. That being said, the explosion of stars I see when I go home to Maine has become pretty magical. I guess it'll have to be an open relationship.
UPDATE: Whoops! Alex says it's Jupiter. Good thing my dad doesn't read this!