I hurry to catch the next train. I am going to meet a good friend. I am looking forward to the company, warm hugs, food, chatter, laughter. On my way I notice there is a man feeding the squirrel in the park. Another holds a Mcdonald’s bag in his hand while he crosses the street along with me. I can still feel the boredom on the im chat with Mr Pittsburgh. He is going to be on holiday with nothing to do for more days than he would like.
I am aware as I smile looking forward to being with the people who will bring joy in my life, that not every one is going to feel the same warmth as I will. I know that Christmas eve will mean different to different people. May be not mean anything at all.
While I hope the squirrel feeder, Mcdonald burger eater and Mr Pittsburgh find ways to make this night a special night, I know come tomorrow none of it will matter.
It is after all just another night. I know as I have been alone, cold and unfed. So many times.