Located at 15 minutes walking distance from my place there is a plaza, next to it is a park comprises a stretch of vast lawn, a library, a children play ground, and a primary school.  At least three times a week in the evenings my wife and I would go to the park via the plaza, walking a circle or two around the park then return to our home.

When we were returning, sometimes we would shop at the supermarket, SAFEWAY, in the plaza.  Recently I found there was always a couple of tramps, shabby and scruffy, sitting motionless beside the entrance of the supermarket and carrying three pets with them: two dogs and a cat.  Through his long hairs, I can see the man having a handsome, but a little drawn face, at most in his early 40s; and his pal, I guess a woman, with much too long and unkempt hairs that her face could scarcely be seen, just like a scary ghost in fairy tale stories.  They didnt go hat in hand to passers-by, even their pets were so quiet that they just nestled against their masters. 

All quiet: the tramps themselves, shoppers passing by, the supermarket, or even police car on patrol.