More Than Words

As morning began in earnest I had a quick tally up of the change given to me throughout the night and was pleasantly surprised that there could be enough to buy a sleeping bag.  It was just one of the things on my mental shopping list, but it seemed the most justifiable at the time.  The weather was only going to get progressively worse so it seemed the most useful thing to have.  There were a few other “essentials” but they could wait a little longer.

Over time I also managed to acquire some clothes, hat, gloves, a couple of pillows and a backpack to carry it all in.  The last item is especially useful as I always need one hand for my mobility stick.  My shoulders can ache if I have been on my feet all day and not slept well but it is still far easier than trying to do anything with a stick in one hand and the handles of a bag cutting into the other.

I still pitch in the same spot each night: people seem to have accepted me there, the building security guys don’t appear to have any issue with me being there overnight, and there always seems to be something or other of note, often quite bizarre, but more about that in the coming pages.

Many words could be used to describe life on the streets of this glorious city, and indeed many I have written already.  I try not to use the word “random” as the Law of Attraction makes this as impossible as “coincidence”.  From the first moments of stepping outside of the rail station my life has been blessed with some of the most incredible and wonderful people it would ever be such a pleasure to meet.  These events and characters, far from being “random” and certainly not “mundane” or “obvious”, from my own experience of street life I would choose adjectives such as “improbable”, “unpredictable” and  just as important “blessed” and “incredible”.