It’s a late afternoon in September, and long beams of golden light are gliding across the top level of Detroit’s Michigan Central Station. The space has been stripped bare and gutted down to its raw concrete subfloor, although graffiti still stains the pillars that run the length of the room. Through the freshly glazed, arched windows you can see the nearly complete Gordie Howe bridge to Canada and the downtown skyline, where a new SHoP Architects tower glimmers in the light of the setting sun.