i peeled my face from the cold, wet, glass
i must’ve fallen asleep looking outside again
like a kid watching sports through the windowfront of a store
that little blue marble
mounds of green and brown
i can obscure it with the warm white splotches of my breath
fogging up the glass
i wonder what it’s like down there right now
i imagine a deer trotting down a forest trail
and an opossum hiding in a bush, its babies clung into it like fruits
ripe for the picking
maybe someone falling in love for the first time
or a family photo being taken at this exact moment, cementing a core memory for everyone there
i’m sure it’s nice
i’m so far away from the movement and noise of every day life
but even up here, i think about quite often
because now that im at face with the largest thing that we can comfortably comprehend
it’s comforting to remember the small stuff that i tend to forget
“i think i see my house from here!”