On my morning cycle, I pass through a small side street. There is usually a flock of pigeons eating a pile of seeds and grain scattered on the ground.
I didn’t think much of it until today. But someone out there is thinking about those pigeons. They plan ahead and buy the food. And they reliably venture out every day to make sure the pigeons are fed. They likely act thinking no one notices, but I did. And their kindness makes me smile.
The pigeons always get fed.