Breeze.

The window is open
and I feel the breeze.
Gentle.
Honest.
Cool.
I sit and close my eyes,
remembering that this breeze
connects
me
you
everyone.
That breeze may have come
from next door
which came from the neighbor
which came from another city
another state
another country
another realm of possibility.

I am not alone.
You are not alone.
The breeze carries us all,
cradles us all,
and connects us all.

We are not alone.