It was one of those beautiful fall days. I had been offered and accepted a job that I had no idea would turn out as badly as it did. The future was murky in the most pleasant way. I was smiling as I walked down the street.
In New York City, there are pockets of rubber-necking foot traffic that come out of nowhere. I was caught in the pack right by the park on my way from one place to the next.
A woman's head bobbed over the crowd a few times. She was bird-like and spry and she caught my eye.
-- Excuse me! She called and bobbed again. -- Excuse me!
And then she wound her tiny body through the grinding pedestrians and stopped me in the middle of the crowd.
-- Hi, I said and she exhaled a sigh of relief.
-- The arch angle Michael wants me to tell you that your dreams are vision, she said. She waited, enthusiastically expecting an answer.
-- Thank you.
-- There are a lot of us out there, she said.
-- That's nice to know.
-- I want to talk to you.
I shook my head, apologetic.
-- I'm on my way from here to there, I told her. -- I need to keep walking.
She smiled sadly and nodded. -- I understand, she said and disappeared into the crowd. And I walked to wherever it was I was walking.
Later that night, rushing to the subway on quiet block, a tall, black man passed me on the sidewalk. He whispered in my ear.
-- Good night, angel.