The scene caught me by surprise. I was again walking down the tree-shaded lane in the Village but not so late at night this time. As I came to where the bed had been previously, I was distracted by movement on my left. It was a very tall man with his back to me, standing beside the very tall tree, adjusting his pants and shirt. I turned to look to my right because something had caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. It was his unoccupied bed. But the way it was: there was a small pillow placed in the center at the top, and the cover was ‘turned down’, like a Bloomingdales displayed bedspread. Just the way a mother would do it for a child in anticipation of the child’s going to bed. It was 63 degrees tonight.
At 5:00 am I awoke to the sound of cars driving in the rain.