Seemingly eternal humming sounds of countless tires hitting the payment were almost of the supernatural quality. All the tires were hitting the payment at the same time but with different individual strengths in volume of contact. Ever changing contour of the road surface contributed strange nuances to this orchestra. Weird synchronizations of sounds were creating the symphony of their own. That symphony had countless conductors and none.
Street is the common place.
Everyone is allowed to use it. The affluent use it as little as they can, poor as much as they have to, usually a lot. Winter in the time when city reveals its many secrets that go on all the time but are not as obvious as on the cold bitter days. Invisible in warm weather homeless people suddenly get into the front line of attention. Homeless person has no choice.