Every nowhere is somewhere
Just one glimpse is all you need to make your own story.
On the road, window dreaming. Other people's lives and landscapes are passing through your life and for an instant it becomes your life, your landscape. Just for one glimpse. You don't know where you are exactly, you will never see these people, this view again, forever a stranger in a strange place. Just for one second you see what they see, you exist where they exist. You can never return to that moment, you may never return to that place. Perhaps you would never know if you did return, because all you remember is that snap shot you created, that one second, that one moment.
After all, it could all look so different now.