Another Long Cold Day

By Lester L Weil

It would be another long cold day wandering the streets. The wind searched out tears in his old jacket. He paused briefly in the recessed entry of an art gallery to avoid the wind. The window displayed a black and white photograph of an alleyway. The photographer had captured the patterns of light beautifully, including the reflections in the water running down the center swale. The off-kilter electric pole, the interesting patterns of wires. Altogether a wonderful work of art. The photographer should be proud. But he remembered the cruel reality of last night’s misery, huddled there, just trying to survive.