There were a stray few loiterers that lingered still, lingering and loitering about the place.
First to greet our entrance were the homeless, bundling up, some with sleeping bags at the ready, others making do with wrinkly newspapers salvaged from waste bins.
Surprise they're still okay with sleeping without at least some kind of roof over their heads after the Blight came and went. But I suppose when options are few, you're just gonna have to do what you gotta do and make do.
My heart goes out to them… can't say the same for the next group of lingerers we cross paths with.
The typical all-smiles all-bright enamored young couples hand in hand out for a little midnight stroll surrounded by nature's loving embrace, with the moon's faint silvery glow their cold tender limelight in a night so amorous… must be so romantic for them.