Dear Anonymous,
Unsettled on the streets this morning. Grumpy. Personal attacks on one another. Feels like static in the air. But plenty of goodheartedness too. Those coffee cards are sought after. These dry socks. This moment and maybe a muffin. When the basket is empty I can feel the disappointment. The little tiny disappointment that flashes and burns out in a moment. A spark of 'I need.', 'I want.' and 'I missed out again.'
This is a painting Mike brought today that he painted of the Old Man on the Mountain as he remembers it from New Hampshire.
We see a young man has appeared,semi reclined on a granite step and way underdressed for the weather.. Mike and his girlfirend shout out to him, 'Hey! We got coffee cards. We got socks. You need a backpack?'
The man is apparently not homeless and was resting a sore ankle for just a moment on a walk. He says he's all set. Thank you.
Renee calls out 'Well, at least you can know you were loved!'
Amen.