He watches from the scant shelter of a shop doorway.
The blind woman’s cane taps in a puddle. The water flows over her shoe. She taps and walks on. Both she and her guide dog lift a leg and shake it. It makes him smile.
A boy in Wellington boots jumps in the puddle, splashing his mum. A businessman neatly skirts the puddle only to stumble into an even deeper one further on.
His dreary January day has become a little brighter because of the puddle. The coins tossed onto his damp and dirty sleeping bag make it brighter still.