The Red Hand

—LEXINGTON AVENUE—

“Guys, do you mind…?”

Maybe it’s not the most orthodox thing to do at the tail end of a lovely walk with clients. It is probably flagged as entirely inopportune in every corporate handbook for the Perfectly Polite and Professionally Proficient Tour Guide. But it is not so unusual for me to steal a frame during a tour. Yes, I am talking about a private tour where I am the one leading the way.

“You see?” I almost chirped, pointing toward the sky. “That is exactly what I mean when I say we can choose to slow down and look for the details hidden in plain sight. We are standing right here at this corner on Lexington, and it looks like everyone is running. They are, actually—racing toward Grand Central, trying to make it home for dinner. Can we blame them? No. But us? We have the luxury to slow down and appreciate the one skyscraper that every true New Yorker loves, not just Peter Parker. Even the traffic light is begging us to stop… This is the frame you want to take home with you. Your perfect New York story.”

In that exact moment, their smiles completely made my day.

Time to head home.