Higher highs

An evening walk became a kind of funny event. We wound up down by Lake Union around sunset, and were admiring the view when we heard some loud discussion about Michigan. Beloved spouse offered an answer to something a small group was pondering, and we were invited to join them. These young ones had been celebrating the end of the work week for a few hours. We supervised them for a while, these ever so young-looking PhD students and friends, until they needed to leave to get to some meeting of first year PhD students at a pub not far away; not what they really needed at that point, but even smart kids need to learn the hard way, I guess. Odd how midwesterners seem to find one another out here.