Cold Glass

I see the glass in front of me.
Shiny, flat, covered with droplets,
tears from the sky.
I touch its cold surface with my cheek.
Cold, chilling, a compress of energy
felt through my features.
I see all in my minds eye.
Eternal connection to the elements.
I feel the world around me.
I touch my lips to the glass,
kissing the night air.
Hot breath, warming the surface.
A circle of heat...memories of yesterday
found in a smiley face adorning the glass.
Happiness seen for a mere minute.
Don't worry, be happy...
Happiness in connection, child to adult,
memories found again...
in a smile...