Hi. Late. There's never really any other time for me; somehow it always seems to be just 'late'.

Been thinking about life & death these past two days, triggered by something I saw last night when I was leaving work. Someone had walked to the top floor of the parking-garage next door to my office...and then jumped.

She -- I think it was a she; I could only see her bare legs -- was still lying there, half-covered by a blanket, when I walked by. There was a thin stream of blood running from the body. One shoe lay discarded a few feet away. There was an ambulance and a police-car, two cops. They weren't doing anything.

Her body looked strangely forgotten.

It was a long jump down to the concrete, but not overly so. It might've taken her a while to die.

I didn't start thinking about what I'd seen until I was driving home, and then it hit me. It was hard to keep the tears away. I wondered who she was and why she'd jumped. I wondered if I'd left work five or ten minutes earlier, would I have seen her up there? Could I have stopped her from jumping? Could anyone?

This incident has been on my mind all day long, and I keep returning to how lonely she looked, lying under that beige blanket, feet and legs bare, her blood slowly trickling away...  ¶ 00:21