Who is he?

I was returning home from church. The sermon was indeed particularly spirited that day. Sunday evenings do give me the spooks. But then, that is just the fear of the dark evening outside when I view from my cozy home! When I get out, I sometimes love it too, it makes my eyes wander all around and noticing the sparse amount of people on the streets… and these were the evenings I mostly notice ‘them’. Crossing the road near the Church signal, opposite, near the Community center, I saw him sitting on the pavement: on a white two meter squared sackcloth, but with contradicting clothes on- torn, battered and black. His features were of the same color too. Yet the eyes … they were not totally sparkling like a child’s nor too dark too, to be not-noticed. Deep, reflective as he stared ahead, blankly at the whizzing vehicles before him. What is he thinking of?