Glass Clear Windows

Sitting by a big window at the Desert Rose, eating lunch, looking outside. Watching cars and people walking, all going by, not knowing that anyone is looking from behind a glass clear window. Turning my head and looking in toward the restaurant, close by, is sunlight, shining brightly. Farther back, into the dining room, it's darker, pictures hanging in the dim light. Decorations blowing gently back and forth, propelled by a little fan. It matches the feelings inside, of being here and not being a part of anything, except what is inside. At the other end is a window wall with plants, hanging their personal shingles in the overall view. Outside again is sunlight and more of what doesn't know that I'm looking at it from inside, through glass clear windows of my eyes.