Morning came slowly, the first light creeping over the horizon.
The chill had seeped into my bones, making every movement stiff and painful.
Another day, another chance to find a way forward.
The parking lot was empty now, a blank canvas waiting for the day’s activity.
As I stood up, I felt the weight of yesterday’s encounter still lingering.
His face, his question, it all came back to me with startling clarity.
I wondered where he was now, what his story was.
The thought of him stayed with me as I moved through the day.
But life had a way of pulling you back into its rhythm.
Survival became the focus, pushing other worries to the side.
