on my walk this morning

Around W. 112th, I saw a man in a wrinkled khaki suit come out of a building holding a yellow balloon. He stepped into the middle of sidewalk and let it go. It floated up and followed beside him, more or less parallel, for three blocks. He paused every now and then to watch, and I paused to watch him. The balloon rose in lazy uneven leaps till it was a yellow speck against the tops of the apartment buildings. He gave it one last look and turned down W. 116th.

Things like this are why I like living here so much.