Walking has become my exercise program and my therapy. It burns off the calories and the anxieties that build up from sitting in a prone position passively absorbing information through a box. I listened to an excellent story by Lorrie Moore (https://www.newyorker.com/podcast/fiction/david-means-reads-lorrie-moore) and mostly was alone with my own thoughts. While crossing 5th Avenue , though a guy on a bike crossed against the light forcing me to stop suddenly in my tracks. "Sorry about that!", he called out as he balanced on his bike. "No problem," I told him with a hand held up removing an earphone. "Have a great day!" he announced as I walked on. A little stunned, I just nodded but didn't reciprocate part of me wondering , 'was he being sarcastic?' my sensibilities dulled by years of aggressive New York interactions. A few minutes later I passed a mirror in an apartment that was reflecting the street in an interesting way and popped in to ask the woman at the lobby desk if I could snap a picture. She looked extremely dubious. "I like the way the mirror looks", I offered. She still looked extremely doubtful but didn't stop me. I thanked her but her expression didn't change from being non-plussed. 'Is that how I looked to the friendly cyclist?' I walked on, vaguely wondering about past interactions and the barriers of guardedness between me and my fellow New Yorkers.