Outside My Window

There is a woman walking by again, with long , braided hair. Her head is bent down, like she is weary of the steps it takes to take her where she wants to go. Her hat is ripped, her glove have holes, and that jacket is way too long for her thin frame. It’s so big, that it drags along the sidewalk with every new footfall.

Once I stopped her, to give her a new scarf. She now wears it every day. Bright red, it flutters in the chilly spring breezes as she trudges off. How easy it can be to go unnoticed, to think nothing of those same people who pass us by in our daily lives. But, this woman now wears a smile when I see her. Her head is held high, and she’s a lot more likely to look you in the eye.

That moment when you get the urge to do something kind, let yourself.

You never know how much it might brighten that other person’s life.