When you live in New York City, you witness moments that must be describe as magical. They’re unbelievable, you to blink your eyes and think Is this actually happening in real life?

Walking down an Upper West Side street on a Saturday afternoon when suddenly: MAGIC

A gorgeous couple in full black tie attire, floating down the street trailing a cloud of red balloons. I stopped in my tracks, scrambling in my purse for my phone.

Where were they going? What were the balloons for? How did her dress fit so perfectly? Did he have a single brother? I had so many questions but not a single word popped out of my mouth. I just stared and smiled, mashing the button on my phone for a shot of brilliant New York City street photography.

A moment of magic, a scene from a New York movie and I got a private viewing.

Guess what song was stuck in my head for the rest of the day?

Ninety-nine dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It’s all over and I’m standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you, and let it go