October 31, 2015
Last night, as Xerx and I were returning home from a long walk, we found this on our path:
It looks to be a home …of sorts.
For a homeless person? Can a homeless person have a home? It seems problematic.
There was no one home. Can a homeless person not be home?
The structure is actually rather well built. The tree limbs are woven together and secured with twine.
In a way it debunks the stereotypes of a homeless person. This person is not lazy. A lot of work has gone into building this.
Some of the “limbs” are actually small trees he cut down. But what did he cut them with? A spoon? They are very crudely cut. Had to have taken a lot of time.
There’s a metal barrel inside used for a fire.
And I wonder.
What’s the story?
Who is this?
Does his family know? Does his family care? Does anyone care?
Why is he on our path?
My sister suggested bringing him a pie as a welcome-to-the-neighborhood sort of thing. I think I will. I don’t have a pie, but I have some apple crisp.
I was hungry and you brought me apple crisp.