Intermission
I love breathing on the windows of a speeding Southwest train, peering at the blurred world through the condensation and pretending that I have terrible eyesight. It makes me appreciate all the more, when upon glancing out of the window in my friend's room, I can see, with delicious clarity, the sun-soaked treetops thrust in agonizing contrast against a stark bleak sky, with a startled rainbow arched like an ecstatic lover overhead. MORE SEXUAL IMAGERY PLEASE RACHEL. But alas, I am spent. (Haha). More later.