I stopped for coffee at one of the Pueblos. To my surprise my homeless friends who got some new coats that I donated last winter waved and ran over to my car. They didn’t want anything; they just wanted to say Hi. We probably had had six conversations over the year.
“We got a good place to sleep,” they said. “We found an empty house and the basement is open. We can sleep there out of the rain and wind.”
I asked what they would do if the police came around.
“Oh, they will just run us off if we haven’t done anything. And we keep the place clean so we are okay.”
We talk a little and they wave goodbye.
I don’t know why this makes me so happy. Perhaps it is the joy of knowing that I am connected to those who survive, who find happiness in small things.