In the Pacific Northwest, April marks the sixth consecutive month of rain. In a few weeks though, spring might start and the anticipation of sun builds in the bones of man and beast alike.
This is the time of year when insomnia creeps into bedrooms around city and town, and prods its sleepless victims to seek out the company of strangers.
The drinkers seek out a bar and the hoppy brew that may soon lure them to sleep. The working poor and entrepreneur seek extra shifts at work. But a small, odd group of disenfranchised non-drinkers, already drunks, bleary-eyed students, urchins, and the occasional stray mundane find their way to an all-night diner.
So afflicted, I sought out the warm glow of a diner downtown in the center of Vancouver Town, and watched the motley cadre of regulars assemble.
Having sought such company of strangers before, I can tell you these were no stranger than usual. Still, to distract my spent brain, I began to record all I saw and heard. Ennui plagued many of us and conversation broke out to fill the void, soon shifting the group from strangers to acquaintances.
However, before I rudely leave the reader in the dark, let me briefly describe the diner and the group of people who’ve joined me. Together let us pass the night and if the sunrise tomorrow is visible through the clouds may we glimpse it together before driving home.