HAPPY LIGHTED WINDOWS
When you get old, which I seem to have done, your ancient history comes back. Uninvited, sometimes, but sometimes rewarding.
Here is a snapshot of a winter day some time before a long ago Christmas. All the kids were with me and school had long been out. The kids were tired and cranky. The grocery store had been crowded. It was just that time of late evening when you suddenly are in a hurry to be home. It was cold. Damned cold. The house would be cold. And dark. And dinner was still in the grocery sack. We drove down North Jackson past the happy lighted windows. People were sitting down to dinner, watching television, helping the kids with their homework, reading the paper, doing things people do in the evening behind those happy lighted windows. And that made it colder and darker out on North Jackson.
And here is a snapshot of THIS day. A good day. It has been a productive day. I did what I set out to do, most of it anyway. A storm is coming in this evening. I walk out in the dark to watch the distant lightening and soak up the breeze.
Turning, I see my house from the outside.
And there it is. THESE are the happy lighted windows.
Someone said something to the effect that we wouldn’t be where we are if we hadn’t been where we were.
Bless all happy lighted windows.