#misty windows

[grangerwitchy]

Winter morning

[skylene]

Rainy.

[wonderdabie-blog]

Inject.

There is only a family of three and myself on the upper deck of the bus.  This is one of the reasons why I like getting on the 25 at its first/last stop by John Lewis.  No reason to fight for seats. The rain is softly spitting against the windows.  Pitter-patter.  I watch how the plump raindrops join one another and become enmeshed amongst the little streams that are trickling down the window.  As the bus takes off, so do the little streams.  They start to sprawl in all four directions, unsure of which way to go.  One by one, the seats are taken up by people, all slightly damp from the rain.  People are talking away.  I try to earwig but fail as most people are not speaking in English.  The once cold and unwelcoming bus is now full of warmth and energy.

The bus suddenly judders and wakes me up from a brief doze.  All the respiring from each and every one of us has created a thin layer of mist on each window.  I can just about make out a fuzzy St Paul's Cathedral.   The grey gatherings of clouds are now nowhere to be seen.  The sky is as clear as it can be.  To kill some time, I start doodling on the misty window.  Hi.  I gently rub over the hi and blow on the patch to create myself a new canvas.  Hello.  I then repeat the erasing and blowing process.  I draw a smiley face and smile proudly back at it.  When I got bored of stupidly grinning at the simple smiley face, I erase and blow fresh air on it very slowly.  I watch how the crystal clear patch turns slowly in to an opaque sheet of condensation.

My mind starts to ponder.  When things get tough or humdrum, wouldn't it be amazing to erase and expel new air over it to start over again?  Instead of hypnotising myself that everything is going to be okay; instead of forcing myself to try and forget certain things; instead of worrying about the outcome of an action, it will be swell to be able to get rid of my fretfulness and inject some vibrancy in to my life, just like that.  But the harsh truth is, life is not that giving.  I frantically rub the innocent window to stop myself from thinking.  Soon afterwards, I hop off the bus leaving my thoughts behind.  Tiny balls of fluffy cloud are floating in the sky.  Amongst them, I spot the smiley face I drew on the window smiling at me.