This morning, the wind was so gusty. Its force of nature could easily destroy a head of gel-hardened hair.
I was on my way, headed to the subway station. Upon arriving at the intersection, I took the metro pass out of my coat pocket, while waiting for the traffic light to turn green. The wind never ceased to show off its power, and its speed reached to a point, where the metro pass was forcefully blown out of my firmly gripped fingers and landed in the middle of the road, in front of a bunch of cars that were all ready to forge ahead in a second’s notice.
I turned to my left, looking at my metro pass be in the center of the attention among traffic, and not knowing what to do. At the point, the traffic light turned green, cars that were waiting on the adjacent lanes had already sped up and continued on their ways. I took a glance at the driver, through the car window on the lane, where my metro pass was laid, she just sat there, patiently, not making any movement. I intuitively got the cue that she wanted me to retrieve my metro pass, and she understood my dilemma and conundrum. In wanting to show me a bit of understanding, she did not mind being delayed by a stranger on her way to her final destination.
In the split of a second, I ran to the spot, where the metro pass was, picked it up hurriedly, and quickly waved at the driver, waiting on the inside of the stopped vehicle, as a gesture of gratitude before returning to the passenger walk lane. Holding the metro pass in my palm, I felt grateful for the small yet random act of kindness that the driver was kind enough to show me.