There is nothing like the first mild Friday evening in April when the Mariners have an early evening game. By August I will be tired of baseball traffic disrupting my travel home. But not in April. Seattle’s waterfront has come back to life. There is heavy traffic on the lower deck of the Viaduct headed towards the stadium. Tourists are filling the sidewalks, looking rather ready to sit down after walking all day. I could have made it to the 5:20 Water Taxi, but really felt like hanging around downtown a little longer, taking it all in. On evenings like this I feel very happy and lucky to live in Seattle.
Numerous construction projects are about to complicate my evening commute and will do so for the next 18 months. I am going to try to keep this relaxed mood for as long as possible.
I am lucky – almost uniquely so amongst the people I know – in that I rarely have a reason to hurry. I was done with school years ago. I have no commitments outside of work. And there is no one waiting at home for me other than my cat. I have time to sit here a while and enjoy the scene.
I feel bad for the busy people. But then, I was one of them once.
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