The stale night air filled with melodic sound. dancing with brief periods of chill. The chill will make an alarming arrival then the quiet sunrise will send the chill elsewhere. My thoughts of the early pre-dawn sleepless hours was complimented by a kind gentle soul. Who thinks of random acts of kindness. Used one of them to plan to help a stranded misguided city bench half sleeper. The food,the forethoughts,the spices all combined warmed my cold,weary homeless soul. Collecting my thoughts of all the good samaritans in my memory who passed my way and stopped to visit.
Be a good samaritan if you can’t find one.
see ya’ next time
