Nice moment of the day.
Me on park bench in Riverside Park reading James Herriot. Middle-aged guy with tennis racket saunters over, asks what I’m reading. Surprised by my voice, asks me if I’m from sweden "because of my accent," I laugh and say no, born and raised here. He blushes, says he feels foolish, but that it was all worth it for a glimpse of "those blue eyes" (rallying), rushes off telling me to have a day as beautiful as myself.