There were many thoughts floating around my head last night. Should I be happy that my time at my workplace will wind down in a few months? I should be since it’s a large source of stress. But what about finances? How long can I hold out? What can I cut back? What jobs should I go for? A voice gleefully shouts “Boy Matt, you got a lot of worries ahead.”
But one called out a bit louder last night and urged me to go for a walk. I looked out the window. A fine mist was coming down. I needed some fresh air anyways so I bundled up and went out. The fine rain became tiny ice pellets but it melted quickly when it landed on my eyes and face.
I passed the homeless guy who sits in the streetcar shelter. He’s a regular there. Sometimes I see the cops talking to him but it’s all friendly chit chat – mostly checking to see how he is doing. At the community centre, I see a couple of worn out sleeping bags piled by the door. The mattress is a large piece of cardboard. The other mattress is a wooden skid. At the McDonald’s, I see a guy sitting inside with a large soft drink cup. His face looks defeated. There’s another guy counting the change in his hand before going in. I round the corner and at the cheap coffee place, there’s another person who glares back at me when I look in. I only see the small coffee cup on the table.
The fine mist has returned and chased away the tiny ice pellets. I head back to my place. Everything was quiet. All is good.