Dear Anonymous,
He has been waiting this morning. Grateful for a coffee card. Excited for some clothing that fit. And he watches as folks come and go.
And then, quietly, almost a whisper says to me
'Ya' know , if you wanna' take a picture of me you can.'
Only he asks it like a question. Like maybe he doesn't know that this is my deepest honor and that when I see him framed up in the viewfinder I kinda' choke up. And then he smiles. Like this.
Is this not the blessing I had always wanted?