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The homeless man was dressed in all purple. From head to toe he was wearing purple. He had on a dark purple Jersey thing with a hood to it. Under that he wore a plain purple T-shirt. Then there were his pants. Purple Corduroy. They were a deep shade of purple. I had never seen pants like this before in my life. His shoes were plain old regular sneakers but they were also purple. These shoes were a pale, pastel shade though.- all most lavender. All his clothes were way to big for him.  They were hanging off him. His clothes were as purple as a kings robe and baggy enough to look like a robe. looking at this man, I couldn't help but think of  Barney the Dinosaur.

It was a really warm April day. The park was filled with more people then usual. Most late afternoons its filled with 75 or so poor  schmucks like me waiting for a bus. Then theres 25 or so more people that just seem to like the park. A good number of this second group are homeless people.The high yesterday was 58 degrees, a normal April day. Yesterday had also been the warmest day out of the last seven.

 Todays high was 88. It was one of those beautiful, perfect days that came along right after a week of cold, rainy days. People were saying tomorrow was going to be ninety. The park was packed. All of these working schmucks seemed to be in a good mood. Happy for a change. All Bus stops everywhere, in every town, are filled with grumpy working people. They are people that don't like their jobs much, and like riding the bus even less. 

Today though, everyone was a little less pissy then most days. The people today, homeless and Working people alike,  seemed to be buzzing around the park instead of moping around it, the way they did most mornings and afternoons. 

This buzzing was something you could see and feel. It was tangible. Some would claim I was just being silly and melodramatic when I say that, but I believe it to be true.

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