Plot: Ernst reflects on what warms him most.
(2) My Warm Habit
The breeze licked my cheeks, sending uncomfortable chills down my spine and throughout my body. This regular, daily activity..
No. Not activity… Habit. Under the tree.
Its shadows that it casts upon me do not lessen my chills but only adds to them.
Papers shutter, as the wind touched them lightly.
Then he appears. Dear Hanschen.
I am suddenly warmed.
End story.
Don't forget to R&R!