BLUE SKIES ABOVE BEACON HILL
We saw you, a very pretty and partly puffy cloud, hanging out in the blue skies above Beacon Hill. It was Saturday. It was getting hot. You did not move much and had almost the whole sky to yourself. We thought: This cloud must be the happiest thing in Seattle.
DUCK CROSSING IN BALLARD
Last Thursday evening at 5:30 p.m., you, a handsome duck with tan, caramel, shiny black, and iridescent purple feathers, were wandering alone through Ballard. You sauntered (your walk is more dignified than a waddle) into the middle of 52nd Street, causing traffic to stop. Pedestrians and small children oohed and ahhed over you while making quacking noises, while adult drivers threw up their hands and laughed. You made your way out of the street and kept on going, a duck out of water, as cool as ever.
ASKING FOR WATER AT EZELL'S FAMOUS CHICKEN
It must have been at least 85 degrees at the 4 bus stop outside Ezell's Famous Chicken in the Central District. When you rolled your wheelchair onto the bus, you mentioned how thirsty you were. You said you had asked for water at Ezell's, but the person behind the counter had wanted to charge you. An old woman asking for water?! Not 10 seconds after sharing this story, a young Ezell's employee came running onto the bus with an ice-cold bottled water for you, free of charge. "Jesus asked for water," he said and hopped back off the bus. "Jesus asked for water," you said, looking somewhat shocked. "I like that."
WE WANT TO BELIEVE
We heard you chatting excitedly with a friend about her chakra work before an herbal medicine class at the Phinney Neighborhood Association. Your friend had gone very deep into herself, you explained. So deep, in fact, that maybe she didn't feel it necessary to complete the chakra rounds. That was okay, you told her; that was her journey. We wanted to make fun of you and your friend so, so badly, but then we remembered that we were clutching a green amazonite crystal for dear life just two chairs away at the same herbal medicine class. Sometimes people who spend their whole lives radiating light and love get very, very sick and there's nothing we can do about it. Sometimes people we trust turn out to be predators. Sometimes people we love can't see their own value, no matter how hard we try to make them see it. And sometimes the world seems overwhelmingly twisted and gray and irredeemable and all we have is a stupid green crystal we paid 50 cents for at the crystal store because we felt it connect with our heart chakra, and sometimes the beliefs we can't justify rationally are the only things that are keeping us alive. So fuck it.
HANDSOME GUY WITH GROCERY LIST ON HIS HAND
You—a frighteningly handsome twentysomething guy with shaggy blond hair—sat at the bar at Bimbo's around 10 p.m. on a Saturday night. "What does your tattoo say," the stranger next to you asked, as we observed from across the bar. It wasn't a tattoo, you replied, "just Sharpie." It was a grocery list written on your hand: tortillas, sour cream, avocado. "Nothing fancy," you said. We wondered, had you'd given up on buying taco ingredients and just come to have tacos at the bar instead? Or were you going to hang out at this bar that serves tacos and then go make tacos yourself later? And, if so, did you need any company?
WHALE'S TOOTH AT NACHO BORRACHO
You—a local DJ and promoter—approached us at Nacho Borracho during the first anniversary party for the techno monthly Weird Room in the back of the bar and said a friend had given you a whale tooth. We had never seen one before. You held it before us—the dull white object was almost as long as your hand and tapered to a not very sharp crest. Somehow we were slightly underwhelmed, but we did appreciate you showing us this esoteric artifact from the wild.
ARE THOSE THE ONLY OPTIONS?
You, a young woman in colorful leggings walking on East Olive Way, were wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the words VAPE OR DIE. Seeing this triggered a depressing chain of thoughts: Some individual or company actually thought that this slogan would look good on a T-shirt, some people think that this T-shirt would be pleasing to own, and some people think that vaping is cool and worth hyping on clothing and not, you know, the worst, next to cigarette smoking.
SWINGING FOR THE TREES AT VOLUNTEER PARK
On the first truly blistering Saturday of the year, Volunteer Park was filled with magazine-reading couples, happy dogs, and shirtless dudes tossing Frisbees. We saw you, a group of adults, swinging the handle of a cheap broom at a red piñata. We think the piñata was shaped like a strawberry, though it was hard to tell through our own sun-drunk haze. You swung and swung as the feeble tree branch supporting the piñata bounced around in the air. The whole thing seemed to last forever: swing, swing, swing. We never saw any of you actually break the piñata open, but we hope whatever was inside was worth it.
SPEAKING OF VOLUNTEER PARK
On a jog through the park at dusk a few weeks ago, we saw your limbs sticking out of a hammock strung between trees. On second glance, we saw two sets of limbs. We wondered, vaguely, if you two were having sex—lewd conduct in public is against the law, but it's not unheard of in Volunteer Park. As we passed the hammock, it became clear you were a straight couple, you were fully clothed, and you each had a book in your lap. You were reading.