Dear Anonymous,
She woke up later on as I was leaving town and I happened to have clothing that fit her. She is a larger size woman and her eyes lit up when I was (we were) able to hand her a denim jacket and shirts and shorts that fit. (thank you Dear Anonymous...talk about timing!)
Her smile was extra large and her voice full of gravel and gratitude. And a hot coffee to look forward to. And a fresh bottle of water.
I have two windows in my bedroom. A bedroom that is dry. I have no one that threatens me in that space. A bathroom close by. I am counting these blessings. Counting. Counting. Counting.
I also understand she may not want these things that I count as blessings. Nor the responsibilities or stresses related to these 'blessings'. I hold that too.
But the gift this morning of her full face smile. That voice with deep treads. A flower in the street garden. Thank you.