|Timothy Hadwen sits at the amphitheatre in|
Crescent Park, a place where he often slept.
Timothy Hadwen is crouched down with only a backpack in the corner of the amphitheater in Crescent Park.
Even though he’s dressed in at least three layers and a toque, the wind still slaps his body, leaving it with a chill that would last for hours. In his backpack, he has the basic essentials – a few clothes, books, his ID, a bottle of water, usually a book.
The temperature reached +3 Celsius, but the wind gusted up to 46 kilometres per hour.
“It’s not cold,” he says. “The wind is kind of chilly.”
Hadwen glances around the park. “This used to be my home,” he says. “For a month, this was my home.”