A missed bus turned into a sixty‑second detour that reshaped my entire afternoon. Under the shade of a tree on the Bronx–Westchester border, helping a lost stranger reminded me that delays aren’t failures — they’re invitations to slow down and become someone else’s compass.

A walk through the Bronx turned into a lesson in how the weather shifts around you. Warm on one block, cool on the next, and now a hazy morning that feels like the city is speaking softly. Some days unfold in layers, and you feel each one as you move through them.