to be typed up …

0045 …it just came to me out of the blue, on a very cold night. How wrong can we be individually wrapped in our thoughts; collectivly blind, or at least most of us? Walking past, on a street, our heads down, their heads down, on the pavement. Walking past, wrapped in our thoughts, our …  and well, let’s not be too hard on ourselves, but let’s just call them petty concerns. 

They’re out there every night, too many of them and except for an all too thin line of volunteers, offering shelter, doing what needs to be done. Doing what needs to be done, night after night, with a good heart.