On my way out to Surrey on the Skytrain to share sushi with friends yesterday, I saw a fellow furtively smoking heroin off of foil with a straw. To keep from staring I moved to another part of the train. The train was filled with sunshine.

On the final leg of the trip back home to Vancouver, on the shuttle bus, a tiny young Latina woman got on holding a splendid ukulele, then was strumming very quietly and tentatively. She was seated right behind me. After a while, I turned around and told her how nice her instrument sounded. She said she was trying to learn a song, then sang it in Spanish in a very quiet voice to the six or seven people left on the bus; the guy in the seat behind her knew the song and hummed in harmony. It was really beautiful. I told her she had a lovely voice and put my hand over my heart. It was my stop. She insisted on shaking my hand before I went out the door.

What a great Easter I had.