It seems like such an easy thing to catch, Manhattanhenge. It’s the day when the setting sun is viewable directly down Manhattan’s East-West boulevards, and the pink glare reflects evenly off of buildings on both sides of the street. But somehow you always manage to miss it, don’t you? You’re on a block with too many trees, or in a neighborhood that’s too hilly. Or at the last minute you forget, like always. Well, here’s the view you would have seen had you been standing on the Tudor City overpass on West 42nd Street, just after eight last night.