Dear Anonymous,
It is very cold. Some were unable to get a bed last night because 'the inn was full'. Some were kicked out. Some had shelter but are now on their daily 'beat' to make it through another day.
This friend, lovely as usual, needs a few items and allows me to photograph before he hurries on to warm up.
It is not a morning given to lingering, everyone is too cold.
Any coat I had is gone. I see a few of 'the boys' wearing the thermal lined hoodies you provided. Those Carhartt hats are a hit. I see your Dear Anonymous signature in the scarf around a neck, a layer of clothing, a hat.
What was scooped up this morning? New Mens Boxer Briefs.
'Oh! Clean underwear!', they sighed with relief.
By now my own hands are pounding with pain. Me, who slept in a warm, dry, safe bed. I look around the street. All have scattered looking to warm up.