Sitting on the wall by the Santa Monica beach. It rained last night so the air is bright and alive and the wind is wreaking havoc with the palm trees. What a glorious world! Post Christmas family bike rides and dad’s doing baby duty pushing giant strollers, while the roofless are tucked here and there at the base of trees back off the beaten track. There’s one man who is a loner by day and night. He is lean and quiet, with a long beard and kind eyes. If one offers him money or food, he refuses, but he collects pennies in the hopes of finding a rare one, and so if one happens to offer this, then yes. Non homeless people tend to lump all homeless together. It’s very simple that way, but if you look closely, you will see, each one has big and little dreams, just like you.