Sleep somehow comes easy, and I sleep late with cool air floating thrugh the windows by the bed. Not much happened druing the day, as I had hoped - just quiet reflection, coffee, neighborhood bike riding. When I went to the post office, I got one of the clerks who's been there for years. After we do the normal stuff ("media mail, please." and a few pleasantries) I say to her: "I hope this doesn't sound weird, but, you know, two years ago..." I begin, as her smile turns flat, and her eyes look downward for an awkward moment "...when I'd come in here almost every day, and you and the other guys would always say HI, and have big smiles for me, it really made a difference, it really helped." Her smile returned bigger, with a slight bit of blushing, as she said "Well, that's so nice to hear, thank you, and we'll keep on smiling!"
Two years ago, I promised myself to try to do more little dumb things like that, take a few extra seconds, and just act on those urges to acknowledge the people around me, whoever they are. I know, kinda corny, but I can't get my brain around the bigstuff, wars and killing and revenge and meanness. Most of the rest of the day was pleasant nothingness, and by the evening I found myself over on the West Side again, this time at the Piers (er, Hudson River Park) enjoying a beautiful sunset. There were all kinds of people there - I watched some crazy little kids running around on the astroturf of one of the newly refurbished piers, saw several same-sex pairs embracing or smooching nearby, black teens acting silly, touristy-looking white families eating a snack. That's what I wanted; the different kind of folks that make this city so cool, just hanging and enjoying a beautiful day together - I don't know anything about any of them, how much money they make, who they voted for, they just all looked very cool, and made me smile.