Sure, I was in a shel­ter, and yet I felt very expo­­sed. With no watch or phone, no sense of time or the reas­­su­­rance of being a few clicks away from secu­­rity or conve­­nience, this expe­­rience was a funny meta­­phore for life, I looked for connec­­tion, for a point of refe­­rence. The place of the sun, the aun­­ties on the bench. Like in life, they left and I found new ones. Sense of calm, broken when my bases moved. But like in life, the hour passed, ano­­ther expe­­rience over, and I was gra­­te­­ful for it.