8am. sunny but still cold outside. can’t wait for the bus any longer so i decide to walk to the train station. quiet residential street, people walking fast, all in the same direction, looking very determined, as if they are all already late. on the other side of the street i notice a tall young guy with sunglasses on standing on the sidewalk looking in the other direction. he has a stick in his hand and is moving back and forth in a strange rhythm. am wondering what he is doing. as i approach him i realize he is blind. am feeling guilty for being able to stare without feeling guilty about it. as i walk closer i can now see he is carrying a baby in a pocket in front of him. a tiny baby. he is standing in the only spot on the sidewalk where the morning sun is falling. it must keep them both warm.