The sun was still shining when we pulled away from the dock at Pier 83, dancing off the water as it rippled around us. But not for long. As it began its descent to the horizon, the sky around us began to glow with a million shades of orange, bouncing off skyscraper windows and causing a temporary blindness. We cruised around the base of the Big Apple from the Hudson, past the Statue of Liberty, coming round to the East River to drift beneath the Brooklyn, Williamsburg and Manhattan bridges. Despite seeing it dozens of times already that day, I couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement each time we caught a glimpse of the Empire State Building in a new light. And slowly, before we knew it, the sun was gone and, in its place, a plethora of dancing lights, illuminating the shoreline and beyond. Views don’t get much better than this; the awe-struck hush throughout the boat (save for the click of cameras), suggested everyone else felt the same.