Its a rainy winter night in the city. 11 pm and you’re already tired, clamoring to get home to your soft welcoming bed under the warmth of your lovely blanket. The cold is catching up to you as your personal cab rolls up to the sidewalk and you jump in with no hesitation. You’ve been out and about all evening, entranced by the city lights unearthed by he euphoria of it all. It seems too alien to you now as the rain drops continue their gentle tapping on the window of your cab, you look out to see only the faint ocean of headlights and tail lights for a highway distant and beyond.
“It’s going to be a long night” The cab driver tries to make the best of the situation by striking up a conversation. It already has been, you think to yourself in desperation. You’ve been stuck idle for what seems like hours now. The midnight hour glides in slowly. Your bed at home is getting colder, the bags under your eyes much more heavier. The rain has progressed from gentle tapping to a paced rhythmic knocking. You look out the window in hopes of some remorse, but the is still the eerie sea of faint little lights getting dimmer in the fog of downpour.
Your eyes catch a little sight at the corner of the road. A family of three huddling together as they go. They seem to be looking for shelter. Two tiny little children whose faces you cannot see, covered in large jackets fit for someone much more older. A father in a rather worn out shriveling leather jacket embracing the younger of the two to his chest, for warmth or compassion, you guess both.
They stop finally under a green shelter outside of closed general store. The scarcely dry pavement under small shelter is bliss for them as they all clutch together and collapse. Its been a long night for them as well searching for shelter in a city closed with in itself. The father drawing the two young-lings near him as he lays flat on the ground providing a human mattress for the two. This will be their warm little bed and their comfy blanket for the night. If the rain serves to be forgiving they may be able to get through the remainder of the night without having to move to another dry sanctuary.
You feel a bet of precipitation rolling down your cheeks. The rain has not seeped in through the cab it is your own body having a reaction of sheer affection. you abandon the warmth of the cab heater to run out for their sake. You offer a ride to your less fortunate companions but they have no want for your pleasantries. You offer them your over coat and your protective shawl. They are still reluctant but its the least they can have. You err past them, back into your cab after they assure you, you can help no further. Your heart still sunken deep into the abyss of your soul, you carry on in patience with the cold.
When you finally get home the clock reads an unsympathetic 2 am. Your bed is cold no more, the blankets not comforting in their warmth. There is no heavenly halcyon waiting on your doorstep for your mind has been left behind on the sidewalk with the helpless little family, that has enough to bear but nothing to take. You spend a sleepless night just listening to the faint sounds of the pour and in the morning embrace life anew in search of something you could truly call home.