Seattle...Day 3

I wish at times I could have lunch with someone random...just sit there and listen to what they have to say. I sit at a small table, outiside Bell Square, and write notes on my new red-mini calender I purchased at Barnes and Noble. It's quite cute. I watch the people walk by. I wonder where they are going and why. A few people smile at me as I sit alone, but most just walk by with a false look of determination. Is where they are heading really all that important? Does walking faster make one seem like they have more of a purpose?

An elderly lady sits close by and fiddles with her cell phone. She looks perplexed. I wonder how long she's actually owned a cell phone or if it's even hers. Her grandaughters maybe? I take a swig from my Starbucks White Mocha and soak in the sun...are rare surprise here in Northern Washington. A pleasant one though.

I hear my phone beep...it's my friend Emmy. She wants me to have curry with her and her mom tonight. I accept. Mmm...curry.

I grab my stuff and start walking down the street. I hear a band in the distance and go to check it out. I laugh. It's sidewalk rock-a-roke (the intense hard core version of karoke I would presume.) I sit and listen to three people make fools of themselves and love every minute of it. I applaud their courage.

It's nice today. Pleasant. I feel good. I enjoy this time alone. I smile. I say something to God, something that only He would understand. We both smile. Today is good.