Light in the Winter

Each night before bed, after I'd wiped down the counters, and set up my coffee pot for the next morning, I'd turn off the lights and look out through the window. My neighbor's house was strong with colored twinkle lights, and across the street I could see trees glowing in windows. The atmospheric glow of a bustling city street fills a different need. And each evening as I looked out my window and drank up the light around me, I'd feel warmed, inspired, comforted that I'd reach up and tear away one link in my paper chain.