I rode the bus today across the city. It was raining outside and the inside of the bus was wet.
Umbrellas, damp clothing, and soaked shoes all added to the moisture collecting on the windows.
I was tempted to write on the windows (which, I LOVED to do as a kid) when I caught the colors and textures of the world passing by. They were splashing through the foggy glass, creating a sort-of fantasy land.
Beauty in the midst of the rush and busy of a city.