No, no. Much more.

Count all those drops of water that make up such a haze. It's impossible, but it is what it is.

The same goes for kindness.

Sometimes you don't notice it.

Sometimes you don't honor it.

Sometimes you give it, and sometimes it is returned.

Kindness floats from person to person, spreading across your face as mist would on a cold morning.

Open your arms to receive its delicate and intricate perfection.

Spread your hands apart and let it kiss every crevice.

Sometimes there is no way to express such beauty. 

Sometimes there are no amount of words that can express such gratitude.

But feeling the mist on your skin gives you the sense you are part of a grand design.

Add yourself as a drop of water.

Add yourself.