Do you ever sit in the car after you've reached your destination? I don't. I find that as soon as I reach where I'm going, I hop right out and am on to the next thing. Thursday evening Brian drove me back to my apartment after a (reasonably) successful fundraiser art sale in the student union. He usually stays over for a bit thursday evenings, but since it was late, he didn't this time. We sat in the car talking, prolonging the inevitable goodbye. As we sat, the rain built up on the windshield. I initially noticed the reflection on our hands, but then noticed it on the dash. And I realized I don't usually have a chance to see that sort of thing.