Quickly, he passed by us.
His long, frizzy beard and tan shirt flapping in the breeze
was not what caught my eye.
Nor was it his bright red baseball cap covering sandy colored shaggy hair.
No, instead it was the dull red child carrier he towed behind his bicycle.
The wheeled cart didn't have a joyful child or a bagful of groceries spilling out the sides.
Instead, it was filled with clothes and supplies.
Supplies to live.
Supplies to survive.
today's photograph for the DPP
It has been weeks since I saw her at the library, the lady asleep in her car. And, now I see him. Another person who is homeless.
My eyes are opening to the very needs within our local community.
I am beginning to see...
Linked to The Gypsy Mama for 5 Minute Friday, this week's prompt: color