Dear Anonymous,
This is Mike describing how he prepared the first meal he has cooked in his own apartment since moving in a month or so ago. It was important he said, and meaningful, to place the food in that skillet. And remove that food and place it on a plate. And share it with his 'girl'. At their table. He recalls the physicality of it all, skillets, plates, tables, utensils... and it's newness, all that being a remote memory after years on the street. And he smiles.
He was cold and wet when I arrived. And has changed into dry clothes you all supplied. And that handknit hat.
Several men are waiting when I pull up and he chastises them again for language.
'We don't need any of that. There's a lady present.' Old fashioned. Kind hearted and respectful. I look around in mock surprise to find that lady...and he smiles again.
He takes a backpack filled with pants, and an extra backpack to share. Thank you.