I saw you today on the number 25 bus heading eastbound around three thirty. I said "Hi" to you after I caught your eye and you seemed to motion at yourself. I may have waved while I was sitting with a small child in a pink raincoat. We exited the bus at Cambie and you took one of our seats. I wanted to say something more before we departed but adventuring with a five year old can be complicated. For some reason I haven't been able to let go of this brief connection. Maybe you remember me, I was wearing a black raincoat like everyone in Vancouver.