New York
Eight hours west, twice a day — and a skyline that reads differently every time the light changes.
New York rewards a first visit and a hundredth one about equally, because the thing you came to look at will not hold still: the same skyline reads hard at noon, then soft, then gold, inside forty minutes of a clear October evening.
Just under eight hours west, twice daily, every day of the week. It is the one route on the network where you land, by the clock on the wall, less than three hours after you took off — the Atlantic hands back five of them on the way over.