As I awoke at 5 a.m., the sounds of the city were bright and loud! The traffic was rolling across the viaduct steadily, the air was frigid and cloudy, a few joggers and bike riders were on their morning routines, and a brunette lady was walking her poodle, with her poop bag ready in her hand.
A homeless man walked by and said, "Morning"; another just scowled at me.
I just smiled and rolled up my sleeping bag, grabbed my diver's bag, and readied myself for another day of selling my paper. ...