24. NYC.
“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.” - Proust
Teisha was already staring beyond the car window, watched as droplets of water splattered across the sleek, misted surface, before the elderly woman appeared. Freckles of water lingered on the glass before gradually slipping down, collecting in pools at the bottom of the window.
By Josh Bone5 years ago in Humans
