Reservations;

One hundred times I have watched the rain race across the car window, and one hundred times I have declared a winner. It's a little hard to keep track of the rain drops, but there is always one that reaches the other side, the wind behind it all the way. Once the fascination subsides, all I can do is watch the outside world glide by. I look beyond the racing rain, and I ponder the pounding in my mind that results from looking perhaps too closely at the menial miracles.
Wisdom resides in the breeze, and as I feel it sooth my inner thoughts, memories are easily savored.