The subway driver says, “You’ve arrived! 59th Street Columbus Circle. New York City!”
I exit the subway and am swept into a blur of people who don’t know I exist. I go to the park.
The woman sitting on the bench next to me says, “I’m 101 years old today. Can you imagine making it to 101?” She smiles, rolling her eyes.
I smile back and say, “That’s a big accomplishment. Congratulations.”