On Not Taking Things for Granted

I was just settling down to my reading on the bus into work this morning, the first and to that point only passenger, when I realized the driver was having some sort of epiphany.  We had reached the point where the route comes within a hundred yards of Puget Sound, with a sweeping view of the Olympic Mountains in the background.  It is quite spectacular, and my favorite ogle on this route for good reason.

But this was different.  I couldn't tell if this was the driver's first time on the route, the first time our normal June overcast had lifted, or what.  He was clearly enraptured:  "My wife needs to see this!"

Drawn in inexorably by his enthusiasm for the mountain vista, I learned that he moved to Seattle four years ago after losing the job in Portland that led him to leave Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  He owned as how there is no going back.

I'm pretty fond of the place myself.