The house on our left has a kitchen window that is directly across from ours. I can’t see into it because they have that textured privacy glass on it, but the light, obviously, shines through. And I can see the silhouettes of the couple who live there as they work in their kitchen. Not that I stare, but it is right in front of me when I’m at the sink!

One day last week, while I was making dinner, I noticed, for the first time since we moved in, the window was dark. It was slightly disturbing and oddly unsettling to have nothing but blackness in front of me as I worked in my kitchen. Since the weather has been so horrendous there has been no moon so it’s been very dark and all I could see was…nothing.

It was just the one night and I’ve noted and smiled at the light ever since. No longer taking it for granted.

Light is comforting.