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Friday |
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Went for a bikeride with Sarah and James. The trail hugged the rocky shore of Puget Sound then snaked between a freight yard and giant parking lot bumper to bumper with brand new SUVs waiting to be loaded into boxcars like so many refugees. Closed windows, locked doors, and a barbed wire fence couldn't contain the new car smell which came to us on a breeze. As a child Sarah was infatuated with traffic cones. She made such a scene in a parking lot once that her parents bought her a pylon of her own for Christmas which she cherished the way other kids loved stuffed animals and which she still has at home. |
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