As my toes were pressed against her windshield, I saw the heat of feet outlining slowly as I breathed in and out. 

Assuring me that I am human and I am alive.

Sometimes, it is the little things that make me realize those types of things. 

As the windshield began to get warmer, the outline faded away and so did the little outline which once gave me a sign of living. 

Assuring me that as quick as it comes, is almost as quick as it goes. 

It is the cold and brutal things that can make a person realize they are alive and breathing. 

And it is the hot and calm things that can make a person forget they need to continue living as if they were actually alive.