Momentary encounters.

I've seen some pretty fashionable people on my bike rides. An old school curvy goth. A man in a white t-shirt, jeans, and boots who looked like he'd come from central casting. A woman walking her dog along with an African Gray parrot. A guy out in a cutoff shirt and booty shorts like he'd stepped out of an Instagram reel. Today, out on one of the benches in the middle of Broadway, there was a Black man with long hair in a t-shirt, shorts, and an honest-to-goodness top hat.

I had no choice but to call out to him as I passed by on my bike, "Nice hat!"

"Thank you!" he called back with a smile, his day clearly having been made before 9:15 in the morning.

Mine, too.