It was 4:30 am, as we arrived in the bus station. The atmosphere was really cold… During the trip I felt sleepy (as most of us are when we travel or anything). I didn’t notice that we were halfway to where we are going. I tried to stay awake and stared outside, suddenly, each drop of rain lightly draw lines on my window, until they made such a wonderful artwork.. it was beautiful! I just felt sadness creep up, and how i wished i was at home; drinking a cup of hot coffee with my mom or just lying in my bed, listening to music and maybe reading a book. As i looked at it, i want to take a picture of it as a memory; Unfortunately, I don’t have my camera, so i just stared at it and wrote down my thoughts on my notebook. After seeing its beauty, i closed my eyes and began to drift away to dreamland once again…