Looking out of this car window I have seen better days. The sun rays shines yellow then orange. The glow reflecting all the tiny specks of dust that have settle here. Each speck respresents a moment in time frozen on my windshield. If you can read them you will see a picture emerge, of a life span of love, loss, fight. Each grain details a life of endurance reading like the lines running across a hands.
These specks dances in the warmth of the sun orange glow like socks that hugs your feet on a cold winter’s day. How tiny these specks are, tiny and perfect like the stars that shines like diamonds in the purple night sky. So many of them, these grains of dust covering my windshield making an attempt to blind me from seeing the beauty of this place I call home.