There are few things

That I treasure,

As much as I do,

Watching the lit windows

Of cozy, warm homes,

That are in the process

Of winding down.

After a busy day,

Doing chores

Around the house,

Or running errands,

A 9-5 or some more,

The tired folks

That return home,

Kindle the hearth

To prepare a meal

Or get a frozen one out

To thaw,

Turn on the TV,

Or maybe the music,

While the younger humans,

Settle down to homework.

As I walk down the street,

Or the village lane,

Wherever I am,

In the whole wide world,

I see variations

Of these warm scenes,

Play on repeat.

And so it is,

That I love so much,

To watch people

As they go on living,

To wind down yet another time,

Before giving in to sleep.

A lit up window,

Is so much more

Than just that,

It is uniquely human,

And always has been.

From the time that man

Made friends with fire,

He has lighted up his life,

To quell the darkness,

To keep it at bay,

Until it is just the right time,

To give in to it

And rest a while,

Before it’s time

To live another day.

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