Bruce Boyko warms his hands above a portable propane heater, sitting on the ledge outside the Guelph Concert Theatre at the top of Wyndham Street. For now, this spot is home.

It’s -10 C outside as the sun sits high in the sky, -20 with the windchill, though the wind is partially blocked. He’s wearing a couple of winter coats and a thick winter hat as his hands hover over the heater and his breath crystallizes in the air.

Next to him is a cardboard refrigerator box turned on its side, with shoelaces strung across the inside to hold the sides up straight … or reasonably so. The bottom of the box is open so he can crawl in and out, with a piece of removable cardboard covering the opening and a small pole to hold the box open.

This is where he sleeps.