I was thinking over my day, and remembered when I used to write in this blog more frequently, often about days like this. Seemingly uneventful but full of rich moments.

I woke up, went to Starbucks and got a turkey bacon, egg white, and low-fat cheese sandwich. Someone held the door open for me there. At the corner was a woman in a large kimono-like jacket. Then, I went to the plaza at Fordham that’s in the air and ate it. I got coffee from the bodega. The man ahead of me was older with brigh...