on the outside looking in, hands and nose pressed against cold glass, breath frost sunbursts, expanding, contracting, tide of clouds, coming and going, but watching, waiting, wondering, what it's like on the inside, the shiny gizmos and whizbangs and gadgets and whathooz. grass is always greener, and buyers remorse, and hindsight is 20/20, not quite the tv show, not as deep and digging as primtime live, dateline, the evening and local news, and hoping, hope beyond hope, dream beyond dream, of being on the other side of the glass, or just living life too long with glasses, that everything is always on the other side of the glass, always on the outside looking in.