I pass by houses
with night windows.
their curtains, drawn back
warm light glowing softly out
through open shades
i pretend they're inviting me to enjoy the picture perfect scene framed in their night window
the walls inside night windows are always a toasty orangey red, like fires and wine and cinnamon bread, glowing pleasantly like they've captured the harvest moon and plugged it into their wall.
In winter
Christmas trees sprinkled with sparkling white lights
colored lights
twinkling lights
gleam like the night sky.
inside night windows
you catch glimpses of families
happily gathered at the supper table,
of smiling children
and people laughing in silence
ever so quick flashes of love as you pass by their night window
so peaceful
unblemished in a broken world
love radiating through the open shades effervescently
silently
beautifully
homes flawlessly decorated
spotless
sublime
everything in a night window is absolutely perfect in every way.
night windows
will always make me smile...
