I turned the curve, the old vacant store, one of many, I knew well. This morning something was different. A bench for resting was sitting in front of the long abandoned store. Not only a bench, but a soft colorful quilt like material cushioned the metal hardness. A street of homeless abandoned buildings.  Someone created a soft place to rest.  I drank in its softness and color. I bowed to the one who gifted the small oasis of hope and rest. Such small kindness. Does not qualify for late breaking news.  I bowed again with the whisper that my life, my walk through this day would be as welcomed and giving as the bench of hope and rest.