The Round Sound

Odd thing about circumstance. How you adjust to it. If someone says, "Go be green. Go live in that green cube." If things are strange enough, you become green without questioning. Thirteen years ago, I spent the night at Harborview with my sister and my brother, wrapped in sheets, sitting on the floor of a waiting room, leaning against the wall in silence, being green. A Japanese chaplain came by about 2:00 a.m. and my sibs, both born in Japan, seemed happy to talk to him, to have something familiar handed to them like a gift. I listened, having not been born in Japan, but happy to hear the round sound of voices.

Right Now

Today I got off the bus at Westlake to a jazz band, men in black sunglasses playing trumpet, trombone, tuba and drums. A little girl kept running from her mother's arms to the middle of the square. She would stand two or three feet away from whoever was playing, laughing. I wondered, "Who are you? Who will you be? Are you falling in love with something huge and beautiful right now?"