Lately when I drive home from yoga on Thursday evenings I've noticed a crowd gathered in the vacant lot near the downtown transit terminal. With the sun still strong and plenty of time I stopped to see what was happening.
A multi-colored truck complete with a deck and amplifiers reported loudly that "Jesus Saves." As I sat and sketched the crowd a man on a horse approached alongside the group. I heard the speaker announce instructions about bringing children to a western summer camp the following Saturday.
The sun slid beneath the horizon and the crowd disbursed leaving me to wonder whether I'd witnessed a vision or reality.
