Fallen Leaves

Yesterday I passed a homeless encampment underneath the expressway in Louisville.

I pass these ladies and gentlemen every day. They have an elaborate array of well-worn tents, dirty blankets and old mattresses and layers upon layers of sheets, clothes and whatever fabrics they can pile up and burrow beneath to keep warm and not die even on the normal cold winter nights in our region.

I have to wonder what they're doing in these subzero temperatures and hope that they have taken to the opportunity (such as it is) to stay inside our warm, if overcrowded, shelters.

Let's say a prayer for these magnificent fallen leaves, our brothers and sisters, and, having prayed, take some action to make the world better for them.