The steps of the New York Public Library. I was walking to the subway after a very emotional couples therapy session where I learned my still-husband was moving into the same building as this woman he had been seeing. I wasn't just sad, I felt hopeless. I turned the corner to see the steps of the NYPL lit up with what seemed like hundreds of little stars and the facade glowing a warm and welcoming red. I was flooded with the same feeling of wonder and excitement you have when you are still young enough to believe in magic.