I took a bus to downtown Seattle the other day, as i sometimes do.
While i sat reading, waiting for my next bus, a rare moment of quiet descended on my little section of the city, causing me to look up from my book.
I looked to my right, curious as to the source of a tiny sound. It was the toenails of one of the ubiquitous pigeons clicking on the sidewalk. He cocked his head to look at me, trying to intuit the possibility of my possessing food.
The quiet was ended by the raucous laughter of two women walking behind the bus stop. I looked over to see them clinging together, one woman hopping on one foot while her other foot was no longer shod.
Her momentum had carried her forward without her shoe when the fashionable heel had been snared by a sidewalk crack.
She hopped back to retrieve her shoe and they continued on, still laughing. I smile at their fun.