Today while I was running stairs at Volunteer Park*, I got to see all sorts of people out and about enjoying the Seattle spring evening.

1. A alternapunk girl loudly singing, “Let me go on! Like a blister in the sun!” in that way that just screamed “I don’t care who’s watching me! (Is anyone looking?)”

2. A father in sunglasses, too much product, and gloves saying into his cell phone “Yes, well the old space had the shelves above,” as his adorable daughter decked out in all-pink waited for him to finish talking.

3. A pack of high school students having a shaving cream fight.

4. A man in a mod suit on a beach cruiser, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and the handlebars in the other.

*I have taken to calling running stairs “Escher-cizing.” I’m up to doing five sets of stairs, walking the last one. Physical results thus far: absolutely none. Oh well.