Spending this noon hour sitting in the grass of a portland empty lot. Waiting for a family member's dr appt to be over. No hat. No sunglasses. Blue skies. There is a handicap bus across the street, parked on the grass,with a guy playing electric guitar badly,and a lady in a motorized wheelchair (young and relatively fit, from what I can tell, but I'm not that close, probably parapalegic), kind of driving it around lethargically in circles.

Just people enjoying this hour of their lives.