As the first of the sun's rays reaches towards the empty, black sky, cutting through the darkness like a large, infinite lamplight, people emerge. Quiet black sedans drop off strangers; tired-eyed and lethargic before the refreshment of a cup of coffee. He sits, leaning against the rusted chain link fence: A trampled cardboard box, propped up with a rock, sits at his feet. For the man, the rising sun marks another day - neither a new day nor the beginning of a day. Just another day
