Union Station After Dark So there I was, ending up at Denver’s Union Station after dark—Mostly unplanned, which, let’s be honest, is how the best stuff usually happens. The old Beaux-Arts building was lit up in soft red and green, like it was either getting ready for the holidays or just showing off for the night. That iconic “Travel by Train” sign still crowns the roof like a neon crown—kind of like the city’s way of saying, Welcome, you’re here. Union Station’s been Denver’s front door since 1881, surviving a fire in 1894 and a bunch of makeovers since, but it’s never lost its soul. Inside, it’s quiet. The great hall feels like a cathedral for people going places, with massive chandeliers and tall arched windows letting in whatever night light there is. Shops and cafés are closed up, but the marble floors still shine, and the wooden benches hold a few scattered souls charging phones or just soaking it in. Even empty, the place hums with history. You almost expect to hear a conducto...