Today the crisp, dry air brought a cold we've yet to see this fall. The song of ice scrapers hastily run across windshields filled my ears as I rolled through residential streets. I struggled to stay focused through the sleepiness of Monday morning. I observed the mural on the Mason's building on Greenwood. I always took it as an artist's collage of sorts, but today I realized it must be a geographically accurate view of the Seattle Cityscape, shortly after the space needle was built. Trees and greenery filled the areas around the needles and the few skyscrapers of downtown before opening up to the mountains and sunrise behind. This must have been what Seattle actually looked like 50 years ago. The mural looked great. Was it a new mural of an old scene, or had the mural just been well-maintained all these years?

A gas can lay in the bike lane. The sight overwhelmed me with gratitude; gratitude that it wasn't obscured by darkness or leaves and I didn't run into it. Typing about it now, I am regretful I didn't take the 5 seconds to pick it up and toss it somewhere less obstructive.

Photo courtesy of @City_Arts's Tweet: https://twitter.com/City_Arts/status/512703110007889920?s=09