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20 August 2007 @ 08:45 am
Lovely ride to work  
The ride to work on the #8 this morning was sweet, wonderful, and many of the things I love about Seattle.

I sat on the very back bench. Because it is raining very hard, the bus was jam-packed with standing riders.

On the left side-facing bench in front of me was a white smoked-for-30-years grandmama and her mixed race granddaughter, as well as a late 20s/early 30s (probably) gay (definitely) white man who works at the Children's theatre down in Seattle Center. As that was the grandma/granddaughter's destination, they struck up a conversation.

On the right side-facing bench was another white guy around the same age who knew our left side guy (the comraderie seemed to suggest something more familiar than friends or roommates, hence the gay assertion, which may or may not be accurate - neither were at all flamboyant), a random alternating person in the middle seat, and one of the #8 regulars - a young Asian woman who is very quiet, very observant and has a beautifully gentle smile.

The young man on the left cast our little heroine in a role on the fly, but had an errand to run before he'd be seeing them at their workshop at the theater. He, the grandma, the little girl and occasionally the right-side guy talked animatedly about Seattle Center, the rain and theatre. Grandma fussed with her granddaughter's curly hair absent-mindedly and with tremendous affection as they talked.

Me? I smiled sometimes at their conversation, and watched the Asian woman smiling at them in her gentle way. She had earlier offered her seat to a senior citizen and already won my affection, and I've seen her before being quiet and sweet, observant and thoughtful.

It was a great way to start the morning, in that silent community.
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