this morning #716.

this morning, she pressed her face right up against the bay window & watched the man on the street below, as he paced around speaking to somebody only he could see. she assumed it was his imaginary friend. eventually, he started taking swings at his friend. inside & high above, there was nothing she could do to help, no way for her to ask the man if he was okay. after observing him for a few minutes more, he skulked off down the street & she hopped down off the windowsill. dad would definitely want to hear about this, so she made her way into the kitchen to share her experience. in response, dad taught her words like “homeless” & “psychotic.”