Friday, June 4, 2010

Once I took the train to Beaverton, just to see what it would be like.

On the way back, a toddler was with his young father, and they were looking at all the cars on the sunset highway. They were discussing the different colors of the cars, and then the different directions and speeds they were going.

There was a lull in the conversation, and then the toddler said sadly, "none of those people know we are here."

I have a biweekly house in Beaverton, and so every other Tuesday I drive on the sunset highway. And every time I pass the exit for the arboretum and the the MAX tracks pop out from under the hill I think, I know you are there.