A Sunny Vine

I found a trailing green vine spilling over the edge of the kitchen windowsill. It looked a little lonely just hanging there in the quiet room, so I climbed up onto the warm wooden ledge to keep it company. Up close, its little curled tendrils looked almost like mine! I gently rested my hand against one of the smooth leaves, making sure not to tug or bend the stem. The sun came through the glass and warmed both of us up. It felt really nice to sit together and share the quiet spot.