There are too many homeless people in Kingston, the majority of which are older males. They perch along walls, under trees, within cardboard boxes. I see then on my early morning runs. They are usually there for a few months and then all of a sudden they have moved on, never to be seen again. They often carry a bag and have matted dreadlocks, dirty clothes and mismatched shoes. They are listless and so thin.

There is one man (pictured) who I have seen consistently throughout the time I have lived here. He is probably about 60 years old, short and stout and always dressed all in black. He walks and walks and walks, at all times of the day. We wave to one another and say “Good morning” when I see him on my runs.

The other day I noticed that he is now wearing an all navy-blue outfit- a polo shirt and pants. He is not carrying bags anymore. He just walks around now. I wonder what happened. Did he get a job? A place to live? Where did his bags go? I am tempted to ask him.