I was walking to dinner tonight and heard the faint sound of music as I turned down 91st street. There was no one on the street and I couldn't figure out where the soft melody was coming from. And then I saw them.
A couple was sitting side by side on folding chair, holding hands and swaying slowly to the music coming from their portable cd player. They weren't speaking. They weren't even looking at each other. But you knew they were happy in their moment. Together. Sitting on the side of 91st street in one of the busiest cities in the world.
And I couldn't help but smile.















































