2063

At first I see nothing but blue skies and yellow green leaves, but now I see something moving, bright yellow with a red head.  It appears to know it has just been seen, and now it is gone. "I've never seen one of those before.  It's beautiful.  Dad was quite a birder in his later years, and he despaired of ever seeing one, and then, shortly after, he died." We are both suddenly silent as we share the sadness that will never entirely leave either of us alone.  As we are turning to go back, there appears to be someone approaching us, a figure dressed all in black, hoodie covering his head, by all appearances, a young man or teenage boy.  His large dark eyes dart warily in our direction as he passes us, saying nothing.  Kenny and I both look at each other.  We know him.  His name...his name...then Kenny calls in his direction..."Caspar!" At first, it is a struggle to place him..and now I remember...Just the other day...the Waves Coffee shop in New Westminster...that formidable transwoman going after him and bodily dragging him to our table...and now the boy has disappeared from our view...