“The city is melting away.” Promising words coming from anyone besides a fire chief, right? I’m keeping the windows open to hear the pit pat of snow melting off roofs, and my rain boots are a necessity for navigating the puddles that are here there and everywhere. The melting makes everything feel clean and fresh and hopeful.
For some reason, my thoughts crossed and I realized that firemen probably aren’t too keen on the word ‘melt.’ And then, what do you know, I remembered that my friends at the fire station needed new pillowcases.
The last time I was there, they told me that they don’t have a budget for linens, and that the 21 pillowcases inside the station are older than me. A call to action or a simple statement? For me, it inspired a random act of happiness — pillowcases for Station 8.