He slowly lifted that feather-soft jacket and brought it closer to his face. He could smell her perfume. His eyes were shining with happiness. Overwhelming with gratefulness, with a smile on his face, he snuggled down into that jacket. After all, he was feeling the meaning of warmth after weeks of shivering.

As the signal turned green from red, she instinctively – rather involuntarily – put her leg on the gas pedal and drove away. But not before gifting her expensive jacket to that unkempt, grimy stranger in the corner of that street. Though she looked expressionless, she made someone’s day.

Living alone on the streets, he had forgotten how it feels to not be fighting against a cold breeze. As he curled up in comfort against the dumpster, a homeless in the eyes of society, found himself right at home behind the zipper of his new-found coat. 

- Nakribha