A big family living rough has set up a tent in the highway divider across from one of my windows. Probably just in passing for the night.

Their belongings are heaped up in two strollers beside the tent--though surely to be taken in soon against thieves.

For now, though, the tent flap is open, kids are at play, and it looks like food is being shared.

We all begin our years from such different positions.

What a wonder it is, when we're able to remember our shared humanity all along the way.