Chapter 3

Between the food, hot coffee and the indoor warmth, he felt warm through before he got up to leave. He put his parka back on to hold onto as much of the heat as he could.

On his way back to camp, he went by the grocery store he knew to be the most economical within walking distance and spent the rest of his money on a few staples to see him through the next several days. By the time he left the store, snowflakes had started to sift down, swirling like feathers on the wind. They stung when they hit his face. He hunched against the sharp northerly blast and walked fast. Still, by the time he got to his camp, the warmth had long since faded.

He crawled into his shelter, concealed his food under a pile of junk, and then wriggled into his sleeping bag. It would be a long night. Times like this he missed having a radio or stereo—something toplay some music to help distract him from the constant discomfort. Here in the homeless camps it never seemed to be just right.