The universe on your window pane.
The universe is on your window pane. The universe I saw on the way home from a movie date. It was on the rain drop filled window pane and it was unlike any other rain drop filled car window I’ve ever seen. The drops were as small as a newborn baby’s fingernails, the perfect size that mimicked the stars and the galaxy and the universe.
It was there for a moment, illuminated by the red street lights, the blaring screen of street tv advertisements of blue, yellow, and white. It was the universe.
Sometimes there would be trees and I would be left with the memory of a glimpse. Only the occassional stop lights and dim lamp posts would bring the vision back to my view. It was the universe.
It is my universe.