i saw a woman sitting in the bus stop glass box without any direct contact and only peripherally the slightest tight flit of fear in her eye and in mine before the thought, fear passed between us, and i had no more reason than she but it was there and though i've seen it countless times it always surprises me and makes me wonder how often that happens with no awareness of it happening, and how we go from moment to moment carrying that reflected in our eyes which might look blank or glazed and our behavior spreading the fear like a mental virus.  but the next moment may be light and welcome, and looking into the blank fear that might go unthought and unheeded again back down under the threshold, the fear might be not held or passed on, but it may be released with a sigh and a soft smile.