The corner was busy for early on a Saturday afternoon. Oak and Arbutus was an intersection that moved day and night. Cars shifted greedily passed each other to inch their way closer to the light. People walked quickly as though there was somewhere to go on a lazy summer day.
He sat on the sidewalk in front of the gas station, oblivious to the traffic and people that ignored him. He spoke to the birds that fluttered for escape, but found none, their feet tethered.
I watched him from the opposite side of the street
