The world was black and white for a full 2 years after my Father died.
Entering the city, again. A walk to prevent CS. Today.
All those people under the bridge.
The ones who were saddled with a diagnosis. The ones who were really tormented by demons, and the others who were sad from circumstance.
The homeless guy at Alewife. Woke up as we lined up for the bus. His keys were jangling. (Keys??).
Someone was trying to clean up the sooty area. Collected the cardboard into a pile. Grabbed his bag, brought it inside, couldn't find him. Came back out & waited.
