I’m walking to work on a somewhat cold, somewhat dreary Tuesday, about to cross Seventh Avenue.  On the opposite corner, I spy a young kid (three-ish?) with his back to me, looking at his shadow and dancing madly like only little kids can.  Shaking and twisting and watching his shadow do identical crazy things.   A nice moment that put a needed smile upon my face, though the little man will never know it.

Of course, his mother then scolded him and dragged him across the street (all the while yammering on her cell phone).