and, it's strange (and perhaps somewhat metaphoric) that my cat always feels compelled to scratch at the mirror to get to my reflection even though I'm standing right behind him.
those rare, magical moments - when the other person lowers her/his walls and I see the essence of who s/he is and how s/he feels - they change something in me.
Regardless of the emotions conveyed, I think it's a privilege when someone holds your eyes, and gives you something of him/herself. (Promenade at the Rock, Bryant Park, Time Square; 10/2009)