They called it kindness. They called it generosity. They accepted her affection the way one accepts a wool coat in the dead of winter—grateful for the shelter, wrapping themselves in the heavy folds of her attention. To them, it was a gift freely given, a benevolent act of the heart.
She leaned over the counter, the steam from the lentils rising between them like a veil. She pressed a thick, wool scarf into his hands—something she’d clearly stripped from her own neck moments before. It was still damp with her sweat and radiating the intense, feverish warmth of her constant motion.
: It implies a love that is "poured out" for others regardless of merit.