When I lived in Cambridge, Mass, I was working mainly with homeless people, and slightly homeless myself, so often looked at Winter’s face to find our own.

For Fall is a flower in the northeast, but winter is inevitable.

And how that long season effects personality development has always caught my inner eye.

We were all equal in that struggle to become ourselves. Still are. I recall each of our names, often.

Like I told my homeless friend tonight again, we’re all in the same place friend.