It is only in walking that I remember anything. In the morning I was walking by a new apartment building. It has glass balconies reminiscent of architecture from some other city. A city that I admire. But I do not know this city. I look up and there is a man on the phone on his balcony. I can feel something in my face turn to delight, but also I feel that I should look away. A balcony seems like a place where one ought to find privacy. From the corner of my vision I get the sense that he has waved at me, and now, awkwardly, I’m pretending that I never saw this man. Never saw these bays of glass. On a later walk the UPS man stops his truck to give the dog a treat. We talk about dogs while his truck is idling in the middle of the road as if there was not a world around us. In regards to people on balconies: *
