Frost all around. Steam rising from every surface, creating a mist that hovers in the low places. So beautiful… and cold.
I think of the man with his pack sitting on the park bench last night on my way home. I hope he was only waiting for a ride and not planning to spend the night there. I wondered that on my way by.
I wondered it again this morning. My heart goes out to anyone who has to struggle to spend a night in weather like this. Although it’s a naive hope, I wish no one had to, that every single soul was able to find warm lodging, that no one was left, literally, out in the cold, on a night like this past one.
I wonder what difference it would make, if it would change even one life, if I went out and bought a sleeping bag or a blanket and found someone who needed it. I wonder at the circumstances that have led me to be where I am and the homeless woman to be where she is, and I marvel at the seeming randomness of it all, at my immense privilege to be the one sitting in a warm place, wondering.
And feeling unworthy of all I have been given, I breathe a prayer: Thank you, God, for my unmerited blessing.