text: We wouldn't look up at the world outside, we wouldn't see the trees as we pass them or the way that the snow falls on the ground. You won't see the birds on their first or seventy-first flight. The deer in the medow, the squirrels in the tree brances, and the people you pass by. Have you ever driven past one of your friends, honked at them just to see them see you and smile? That connection that you feel then, would no longer be here.