I wasn't sure I'd be able to see them from over a hundred blocks away, not to mention all the skyscrapers in between. But when I took Bailey out for her last walkies of the evening, I made a point to look toward Lower Manhattan as we crossed Park Avenue.
There they were. Two blue columns of light rising up from the horizon of buildings. Bails and I pressed on. There was a clearer view from Madison, and the clearest of all from 5th. Two distinct shafts of bright blue merging into one as they shot out into space.