Eat, she said, and gave me half a baked potato at a cancelled tram stop

The tram was cancelled in a snowstorm one Friday morning in Praga and everyone at the stop stood looking miserable. An old woman pulled a foil parcel from her bag, broke a baked potato in half, and handed me one half without comment. It was hot and salty and perfect. I said thank you in three languages. She said, eat. I still do not know why she was carrying a baked potato at that hour. I carry one now. Nobody has needed it yet.