January Eleventh, 2020
Eleven days into the new year and I can hear sirens in the distance. Last night I watched an EMS van pull up to the curb beside a man in black jeans and a grey winter coat. He was sleeping (or passed out) atop a heap of cardboard boxes which had been stacked beside a lamppost. When the lights from their flashlight reached his face, his eyelids flew open and he jumped up. "Wait," they said "you don't have to get up," they said. "We just want to make sure you're okay," they said. Then he walked away. And he kept walking away.