Dear Anonymous,
He gave permission to be photographed. I have no images of him. So I ask. And this morning it is a yes, '...but nobody else. I hate haven' my picture taken.'
I hear you.
And I was honored.Your eyes tell me a story I have no words for.
Coffee cards. Socks. And never enough Blueberry Cake.
Picking up a hand knit neck warmer (thank you Dear Anonymous!) or exchanging coats for a better size, grabbing an extra layer. Do you have any pants? I never have enough. Telling me what was stolen or lost in the last two days. What backpacks have broken. Some arrive every morning with less than yesterday. Some packs are found and they report to me that they find them left somewhere else,abandoned here and there. I'll never know the whole story. I've learned, it is often not what I assume.
Coffee cards. Socks. And good morning to you too.