HOT AIR
(image courtesy Science ABC)
The spring air conceals
the warm shadows
of my breath
(As a child I used to spell my name or draw a heart on the window inside the car on a cold morning.
All I had to do was steam up the window a little with my warm breath.
My mother used to get so mad!)
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