One man recently had his playlist blasting from his phone. It was before 6 AM. I notice he looks better than he has recently. Clear eyed and upright. Attentive this morning when commonly he cannot manage eye contact. Off in a world of use I am outside of. This morning though he is clear and his voice rings out. 'Been clean 2 and a half weeks!'
I congratulate him heartily and let him know we can see that and he says earnestly 'I'm trying.' and manages a smile. The music continues like it’s an audible shelter, like it creates a cocoon to protect his soft vulnerable body.
Man, I wish him the best in these times.