Dear Anonymous,
Good morning from all the stories swirling on the street this morning. From the content to the discontented, swirling like some sort of tumbleweed at my feet. Stories of gratitude. Stories of desperation. Stories of the lost. Stories of the found. And I navigate the conspirational. The extreme. The deluded. The fantastic. The painfully real. All filtered through my own tiny perceptions. I can experience a vertigo of logic and reason out here. I tie myself off to the sharing of a few resources. Water anyone? Coffee card? Coffeecake? And bask in the hearts that flutter together like timid moths for just a moment. All of us.