The Summer Man, as we knew him shivered under his cardboard shelter as the snow fell along with the temperature.

It was clear he disliked the winter, he told us often enough. He refused to move into warmer places vowing to sit it out thankful the Salvation Army soup van came round every day to fill his thermos.

His concession to the winter was his thermos. He’d had the same one for as long as we knew him. Said he found it one day lying in the gutter and discovered it was in working condition.

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