When it’s cold and there has been snow or rain, salt is often thrown on the roads and footpaths to prevent ice from forming.
I was cycling this morning in sub-zero temperatures—which is odd for London—and I was grateful for the salt along my path.
Someone out there thought of it, planned for it, and made it happen.
It made me think: every family, friendship group, and organisation needs someone to throw the ice at some point, and we’ll often take turns doing it to help each other out. It’s a great metaphor for the essential, unseen work that keeps us safe and secure.