My old office was over a toy store. It was a small family-owned business with a soul. I always got to work early. Down the alley is a church that doubles as a homeless shelter. At 6:00 a.m. sharp everyone has to leave.
But the people have nowhere to go. They file out, quiet and ghost-like into the cold morning air. Snow, sleet, rain, whipping wind, doesn’t matter. Out you go. Most drag suitcases, others push shopping carts, many carry all their worldly possessions on their back. Some look lost, some out of touch with reality, others keep their chins up, dignity in tact.
This guy stopped to look in the toy store window. After he walked off I went to see what caught his eye. There were tiny figurines moving around a little toy world.