It’s a perfect early spring evening; cool and saturated, the sun beginning to ease low enough in the sky to make everyone look just a bit more beautiful without disappearing us into darkness. We’re adventuring around at 3-something on a weekday, because we are underemployed and even more aggressively underpaid. On a day like this, at a time like this, those facts don’t loom like shadowy stressors - they are instead just leaving space for the surely bright, albeit currently ambiguous, futures we’ll embark upon.
We stop at Pike Place Market to giddily photograph a recently-gifted Mitch Haniger shirsey.