Warm Trees

Cynthia

3 hours ago

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I put my hand up against the cold glass and the warmth from my fingers created rays of life. It reminded me that I am living. It reminded me that I am much more than the glass of the car window. Me and the trees also. The trees are warm, I’m sure. It reminded me that all of this warmth is connected. We are all one warm ball of life. I can’t believe that we have managed to separate it.