The movement in the blanket drew my eye, and the pattern printed on the thin flannel swaddling the legs curled into the doorway of the bar, thwarted my best attempts at discernment.
Another brief moment, and the familiar face of a man I often passed on the street, grey dreadlocked hair, covered in a layer of dirt and grime, rolled into the sunlight.
He stood, wobbled, nearly fell, but caught himself with surprising agility and stood blinking in the brilliant new morning.
The light changed and I crossed the street, turning my back to him as I always do.
What did you see?
#mymorningwalk
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