The bus driver beeps her horn for the striking nurses. Placards bob up and down and someone is punishing drums with their palms. The day is bright and bracing. Flashes of sun blast back from the hospital windows. At the Asian supermarket the Chinese husband with overburdened baskets invites me ahead of him with my ten sinigang sachets. It's difficult to write about kindness, how it weaves itself almost invisibly through our daily affairs.