Dear Anonymous,
He was at the corner of an intersection. Alone. At 6 AM when there are few if any cars going by. Carrying an illegible sign. Carving a tiny, little space to be at a traffic light that people would have to eventually stop. But not for him.
He can barely speak. His eyes wide open. Light blue grey eyes big as saucers, and I wondered if light itself may hurt when it enters.
He accepts water and socks and a coffee card. A clean t-shirt. He does not smile but I can see he is appreciative.
He seems to be barely hanging on.
Thank you Dear Anonymous.