Traffic last night and thoughts of nightingales

This is what happens when I am stuck at a traffic light and I have a camera sitting in the passenger seat. A perfect shaft of light was hitting my driver-side mirror (the image above has been flipped) from the car behind and perfectly illuminating the fog on my windows. I wasn't sure how long I had before the traffic started moving again and was trying to think of what to write quickly in the glow. Hope seemed like a pretty good word.

Mood: Ode to a Nightingale, Negative Capabilty and Half Right by Eliott Smith