Looking in and looking out.

Staring out in to the dark, the train bobbed and rattled its way around the city. I was Lost in thought, sometimes catching glimpses of peoples life as the coaches thundered past their kitchen window. Flashes of interiors, glimpses of painting, stacks of books,a glossy black kitchen work tops and bright spotlights. Some had twinkling Christmas lights and some had a wilting plants perched on the window sill. In that flash the mind has created a mini profile of the possible occupant .. But it then starts to question as to what type of lifestyle do they lead? within the so called secured walls when their entire life seem to be on show, even in the single 'second of a glance'