He thrust stiff legs out at a rapid clip, bent forward from the waist, arms fully extended with hands wrapped securely around the piled high grocery cart's handle, the basket stacked with tied shut plastic bags. His new bright aqua tennis shoes probably replaced worn ones and looked to be about two sizes larger than his actual feet. Not short nor fat, he walked tall even with shoes too big.
He charged across the street with the Walk command, mission-oriented and determined. Guessing the shopping cart held all of his possessions, perhaps he was on a journey to acquire more or seeking a destination only he knew.
Instead of a tortured expression he wore a pleasant look and held his head high, his winter's hat ear flaps covering straggly plain brown hair almost to his shoulders. That stiff-legged gait answered the demands his mind set forth. The weather, not unkind on this day, still warranted his heavy jacket, worn and unclean, but left open as he trekked forward to wherever he was going.
Father, you see us all. The obviously broken and the concealed broken. Only you can fix us. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.