Lit From Within

Walking after dark, which I'm increasingly more likely to do these days, gives me the chance to observe neighborhood houses lit from within. 

I see the glow of bedroom lamps behind drawn shades, the flicker of television screens in living rooms, the laser-like beam above a desk in front of a window. 

While some families draw every blind, others leave windows open for all to see — the fishbowl approach to living. I try to give everyone their privacy, but I can't help but notice the lights ... and the lives lived within them.

(The turkey teapot is out-of-season, but it's the best lamplight picture I can find right now.)