Bare attention

There is a tiny river of water streaking down the window pane in front of me as it rains outside. Parts of it are orangish in the glow of a street lamp.  It has a certain miniature shape and essence.  The more I stare the more its details emerge.  The more I get to know it the more beautiful it seems.  The longer I watch it the more the nuances of my experience come into focus, the more honest I feel, the more mysterious this experience is.