A window's pain, tears run down it.

Only four of us made it to the boxing style gym class yesterday evening so the instructor decided to push us a bit harder than usual. Ten minutes in I found myself wishing there had been many, many more of us.

After an hour of pain it was time to leave and I dragged myself zombie like to the bus stop. It was then I spotted a strange face staring at me from the building opposite.

I approached slightly apprehensively to see if I recognised them, but I did not. I waved anyway and suddenly a single tear rolled down the face of my unusual observor.

It was a bit horror film-esque so I hurriedly returned to the safety of the shelter and prayed for the swift arrival of the bus.