On my train ride in to work every morning, I usually sit on the right side and look out the window as my train snakes down through Edgewater and Uptown. And every morning, just south of Wilson, I see two homeless people - a man and a woman - sleeping under a tree on a large piece of cardboard. And what strikes me in the heart is that every morning when I see them, the are spooning each other while they sleep.
They are either a husband and wife who fell on hard times, or perhaps two single people who met one another on the street or in a shelter. Either way, they found each other. And it must be some comfort to them, that even in the worst of time, it's better to have someone by your side to help you get through.