I'm looking through the window of the train. It's spattered with dirt on the outside. The sun hasn't risen, so the glare inside reflects and makes it impossible to see out. Almost impossible. But if I put my face close to the glass and peer, I can see a few lights: a window of a house; a streetlight; maybe the flicker of a distant star. And when the dawn comes ...

(cf. SeeingStars0 (1999-11-21), ...) - ^z - 20090-04-23