Walking home in the dark, along a tree lined street in the Village, means walking in the shadows at times. All of a sudden I realized that the shadow to my right, was not cast by the tree on my left but was a person bundled up in a dark cover. The sidewalk was narrow and I walked close. The part of the face I could see, not covered by the wool cap, gave me to believe it was a male person. He looked to be asleep. The temperature was about 45 degrees. As I continued walking, I thought about lying all night above the cement sidewalk; about the cold that radiates from the cement into one’s very bones. It couldn’t much matter what sort of pad he had between himself and the cement, as the night wore on that hard cold had to seep in.