Jackpot

He must have seen something on the road because he bent down to pick it up as the lights turned green and in doing so became invisible in the darkness of this cold evening. The traffic starts moving and I still can't see him, hidden by the enormous cars that are going on each of his sides.
I finally see him straightening, appearing in the middle of the traffic, and making his way to the safety of the sidewalks. I see him smiling as he put something in the plastic cup he was holding.
Risking his life, for (less than) a fistful of dollars.