A guy jumped off a building around the block from me yesterday morning. When I went out about 8:30 I saw a couple of cops, and then crime scene tape, and then before I had time to think what that meant there was the sheet-covered body. It must have just happened. I don't know who it was and I probably didn't know him; I don't think I know anyone in that building. One of his bare feet was sticking out from the sheet, and his glasses lay smashed a few feet away. He'd started his day, maybe having his coffee, maybe in his pj's or maybe he had his clothes on and just not his shoes yet. He was getting ready to do whatever it was he did, and then he must have decided No, can't do it another time, and went to the window, or the balcony, or the roof and jumped off. All day long I kept thinking about those glasses, because to me they said the jump was an impulse, not something planned. And I think, if his dog had come over to get his nose scratched, or someone had called, or the sun had suddenly come out, would he have pushed the impulse aside, and finished the coffee, and put on his shoes, and gone to work, like every other day?