We rode the #16 bus westbound this morning together, from Strathcona until I left at City Centre. You are tall, wavy dark hair with a great beard and even greater blue eyes. Your jacket looked like something from a Team Canada, with a maple leaf crest and your number embroidered on the sleeve. You carried a messenger bag, red, I think. I hope you felt me smiling, and heard me whisper 'bye'. I regret not saying 'hi'.