“Are you feeling good?” It asked. I gave my nod of affirmation.
“Am I cool?” It probed further. I smiled and said yes.
“How come I can feel you, yet you remain unseen?” It was my turn to ask a question.
“Perhaps I am a Lite version of God.”
Saying this, it nudged the clouds out of my sight and ruffled the tall grass to my right.
And then it ceased as suddenly as it had sprung up.
Maybe that is how even life is.
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