A couple degrees colder and the rain would freeze.
“Hi there. Hello. Excuse me,” Pastor Dan Bryant says to a crumpled heap of blankets and backpacks. “It’s time to start collecting your things.”
Silence and darkness. Only select corner marts, coffee joints and gas stations are open at this hour.
“I just need a sign of recognition,” Bryant asserts.
A corner of fabric folds back, and out from the confusing wad signals a tiny hand.
“Thank you,” Bryant says, and continues on.