Dawn, dusk.
On the platform waiting under an umbrella, the light and shadow outside the window, the voice and smile printed on the glass.
Fireworks exploded in the sky and Happy New Year was written on the snow-covered hood of the car.
Peeping, embarrassed.
"It might be more romantic without an umbrella in this rain."
Purpose: We are often of least value in front of the things we care about most.