He was walking along Llanbadarn Road as I was coming home. Well, I say walking. He was hugging his body with his crossed arms and swaying. Where the crossed arms a way of holding himself together, or upright? Was he in fact asleep? At one point he lurched into the road and that falling off the pavement seemed to jerk him awake, at least for a moment. He was young and there was no boozy shouting. He looked tired and sad. Did he find his way home?
