I saw a little girl chasing her dog across four lanes and two tram tracks of sparse Sunday morning traffic, calling its name. She didn't look either way, the dog wore a lavender sweater. I was running in the other direction, could've and should've stopped but didn't. The dog ran to where people were pushing a stalled car, two doors open, up slight incline, then turned back and ran past the girl who was now stranded on the tram track median. I kept going.