This morning, it is colder than usual. I wrapped my scarf tightly, added a few layers of clothes, walked quickly through the market, quickly bought a few things, hoping to quickly return home. 

But then I stopped in front of a cart on the side of the road. The seller was an elderly woman, her face was wrinkled, her hands were red, trembling from the cold, and she kept rubbing them gently, trying to find some warmth. She stood there, inviting the few people passing by, hoping to sell the remaining goods.

I quietly walked closer and helped the old lady buy a few things. For a moment, I wished the old lady could come home a little sooner. 

She thanked me profusely. For the old lady, that seemed like an encouragement. Seeing her warm smile, I felt so relieved. 

The cold no longer seems scary, because something warm has crept into my heart.