In any case, this morning as I sat on the little bench under the roof of the shelter, I was looking up at the yellow rectangle, which had a curtain drawn back in the far left side, condensation along the bottom half of the middle section making the view blurred, and the right hand section being at the wrong angle to see through. And I saw what looked like either a blurred outline of a man's head, or a shadow on the wall of a man's head. But I could not tell what on earth the man was doing. It looked as though he were crying in desperate sobs, with shaking shoulders and bobbing head, on and on. I looked away for a moment, and then looked back, to see him raise his head and then drop it again and the "sobbing" continue.
I was both sorry for him, and confused -- it was seven a.m. -- not usually the time to see someone overwhelmed by tears. Unless this were a very depressed person, or possibly someone with mental difficulties... and then the large cat stopped washing itself and jumped down from the table it had been sitting on. Its shadow grew and shrank as it moved, until it clearly delineated a cat, and then vanished.