night shift

It's colder tonight. I haven't heard the cicadas the last couple of days. Season shifting again.
Someone asked me for change on the street and I said I don't have any, only to remember later that I did have like 50 cents. I absolved my guilt by reminding myself I gave $3 to a beggar last week. I know what it's like to be without money. I don't want that for anyone, and honestly, I'm not going to try to judge him for being where he is in life. It could happen to any of us. Wish I had given him the 50 cents. Well at least in this country he is most probably assured to be on the doll(or is it dole?).