Morgan and I went bushwalking at Wattamolla Lagoon in the National Park a few weekends back. Along one of the paths someone had found this bracelet and then carefully placed it over the guardrail for the owner to hopefully collect. My attention was drawn to it because we passed a little girl who was chattering about who owned the bracelet, maybe we did?, as we passed her.
I love these little gestures of kindness that people pay to each other. To unknown strangers. The acknowledgement that someone would be upset to lose something so pretty, that it would be wrong to just take it, that it would be nice for them to find it and have it back. There's kindness, a degree of respect for an unknown stranger's feelings and hope that is sweet.
Sure it's only a small gesture, and you might think I'm blowing it out of proportion, but I sure hope she found her bracelet. Maybe it's still there.