It was a rainy evening on the way home from the studio.
I’d finished my book so just gazed aimlessly out from the front seat at the top of the bus where someone had wiped the window with their sleeve earlier.
Others have been entranced by electric light in the rain. An obvious example is Camille Pissarro‘s painting of a boulevard in Montmartre back in 1897.
Can you think of others?
Finding poetry in the seemingly mundane is one of life’s joys. We can all play at noticing moments such as these every day.
