There was a dead body outside my office this morning. Suicide. Someone had jumped off the Aurora Street Bridge. This happens about once a month, although sometimes they chose to jump off over Lake Union. Sometimes they chose to jump off over our parking lot. It happens that they usually chose to do this in the pre-dawn hours. A young girl killed herself two weeks ago, over a weekend. She came to our attention mostly because her friends left mementos and flowers in the parking lot.

Today, a man jumped off the bridge some time between 7 and 7:30 am. When Evildeb and Lloyd came in, they actually saw the body, had to drive around it. When I got there, the area was taped off and cops were standing around. And the man was covered with a yellow tarp, a few yards from the dead flowers that still sit there, from the young girls friends. When I left for lunch, there wasn’t a trace of what had happened. There never is. Or at least, there had never been… until the flowers.