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Tonight however was different. It was one <strong>of</strong> those<br />
evenings in late May when the sun seems to linger<br />
in the sky for an extra half hour, and a warm breeze<br />
signals Summer might finally be on its way. I had<br />
been to The Angel for a few on my way home and it<br />
had put a smile across my face. As I crossed the little<br />
bridge, there he was. When I got closer he looked up<br />
from the newspaper he was reading. He didn’t say<br />
anything, but for some reason I felt drawn to him.<br />
“Evening” I said.<br />
“Evening” he responded.<br />
He didn’t smile. I don’t think I ever saw him smile.<br />
But there was a sparkle in his placid pale blue eyes,<br />
which meant that he never looked miserable either.<br />
He was wearing a large waxed overcoat, which<br />
you would think was much too hot for the warm<br />
weather we were having. Under it he had a tatty<br />
shirt with tired looking jeans and scuffed boots. His<br />
face, however, didn’t look nearly as grubby as a lot<br />
<strong>of</strong> other homeless folks do. His hair was unkempt,<br />
light brown and came down just past his ears. He<br />
had stubble but not so much that you’d call it a<br />
beard. His cheeks were almost hollow and looked as<br />
if they’d previously held a lot more weight. I would<br />
have found it hard to put an age to him. I would have<br />
believed him if he’d said thirty right up to fifty.<br />
“Lovely weather” I <strong>of</strong>fered, which is a desperately<br />
dull way to start a conversation but I didn’t know<br />
what else to say.<br />
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