My contribution: Thursday, riding to work on the Hudson River Greenway, I saw some Riverside Park volunteers unloading a steaming pile of compost. I stopped to film it, and to smell it--I explained to the volunteers, so they didn't think I was videoing them, "This is stopping to smell the flowers for me--my favorite smell is compost."

One of the volunteers looked at me and said; "I like the smell of horse piss."

My eyes widened and I responded, (honestly) "Yes! Horse piss! On straw! In the summer heat, in a barn!" We exchanged happy knowing glances, then I continued on my way.

NYC. A pure moment of connection is seemingly always available.