A couple walking down 10^th street late on a Monday night, she in a summer shawl, and he holding her waist. They stroll from restaurant to wine bar this way and I watch them, thinking how comfortable they seem.

Man in black with a beret perched sideways on his bald head. Taking steps towards his tidy apartment on Avenue A. His feet turn outwards at the toes when he walks, and give him a long stridded, lumbering gait.

Dishboy, emerging from the basement of a nearby noodle bar, carrying a bag of trash and pausing to let me pass before heaving his load onto the sidewalk.

Monday night, East 10th Street, walking the dog.