My change-in-pockets-ready-for-anything technique failed me today. Mainly because I ran out of change to put in my pockets.
I was walking downtown and even though it was a balmy –5 C, I kept thinking that either winters are getting colder or my tolerance for sub-zero days has dropped significantly.
Then I saw him — or her, I wasn’t exactly sure — sleeping on a sidewalk grate. The person was cocooned inside a navy sleeping bag, hood pulled over head, backpack as a pillow. Steam billowed from the subway tunnel below, making it a premiere spot to crash, I guess.
I didn’t want to just walk on by, but my wallet was empty.
Then I saw a little bundle of things beside the person’s head. A paper cup, a small bag and a styrofoam food container.
And I remembered the granola bar I’d stuck in my purse a few days ago on a previous trip into the city. I found it in my bag and gently placed it beside the styrofoam box.
It wasn’t much, but at least it was ice and snow resistant – unlike the person lying there…..
P.S. A warm song for a cold day, Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours.” Enjoy!