The Green Scarf

The downpour was tireless that day, absorbing the city a chilly, grim dark. I had been sitting at the bus station for what felt like hours, the chill leaking through my clammy coat and into my bones. My breath turned out in puffs of fog, and I could feel my fingers turning numb regardless of my earnest attempts to keep them warm.

The fact that I saw her makes it then. She was standing only a couple of feet away, wearing a basic coat, her face concealed under a huge umbrella. There was something about her — a quality of quiet, maybe, or the manner in which she appeared to be unaffected by the hopeless climate — that grabbed my eye. She looked at me, and I immediately turned away, humiliated by how miserable I probably looked.

However, at that point she moved toward me. Her means were light, as though she were floating over the wet asphalt. I half-anticipated that she should request headings or the time, however she didn't. All things being equal, she removed her green scarf — a warm, woolen thing that looked hand tailored — and offered it to me.

"You look cold," she said, her voice delicate yet intelligible. "Take this."

I was paralyzed. Briefly, I didn't have the foggiest idea what to say. I wasn't utilized to individuals seeing me, not to mention following through with something so startlingly kind. I shook my head, attempting to deny amenably, yet she basically grinned and hung the scarf around my neck.

"If it's not too much trouble, keep it," she demanded. "I have another at home."

The glow of the scarf was quick, and I could experience the intensity spreading through me. It wasn't simply the actual warmth, however; it was something more profound, something that contacted my heart. I figured out how to say thanks to her, however the words felt deficient for what I was feeling.

She didn't remain long after that. With a gesture and one more comforting grin, she turned and forged ahead with her way, vanishing into the downpour. I watched her go, as yet grasping the scarf around my neck, contemplating whether I'd at any point see her once more.

I won't ever do.

In any case, that green scarf became more than only a garment for me. It was an update that even in the bleakest of days, there are individuals who care, who notice, and who will offer warmth to an outsider. That little thoughtful gesture remained with me, making me feel good inside lengthy after the downpour had halted.