Tuesday Afternoon Philly Outreach

Something calls to me
the trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
those gentle voices I hear
explain it all with a sigh.

It was Tuesday, so we headed out to Center City in the Prius,  packed with warm donated clothing and thick peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the homeless made with love by Linda on grainy whole wheat bread because, she said, it’s the best. High of 18 degrees, frigid wind, snow and ice still around  from the last storm just a few days ago.  Another nor’easter moving in tomorrow night, making it 11 storms and the fifth coldest winter in Philadelphia history.  But the  sun was  out, we felt its rays and that was good. Heading down Delaware Avenue the wind swayed our car; it’s always colder by the river.   Over there, look.  The man standing in the middle lane with a sign that…