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It had been a while since I stayed up
all night wandering the neighborhood. I'd planned only to walk
Jesse down to his
bus, but even though we ran for it he missed the last one of the night. Oh
well, I had a bottle of chilled Czech peach booze in my pocket so we went
down to the canal and watched the lights play on water, knowing the world
of reflections is as real as anything we call solid. Moseying back up the
hill, we stopped at a trashcan overflowing paper coffee cups. Without knowing
why, we started stacking them, dreaming of building a huge arch for Seattle
like the one in St. Louis. We found a pretty full one, light and sweet, and
took turns sipping it till it was gone and our stack was tall. Night time
is the right time to feel like a human at peace. The streets are wide, empty,
quiet. Except for us, I guess. We found a yellow foursquare ball and took
turns kicking it into a tree where eventually it got stuck. Sarah came down
to hush us so we went back in around 4 a.m. and spun multiple records
simultaneously until 6:07 when the number
5
started running again. Good night, sunrise. |
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