A lovely Spring-like night, and Sophie and I are enjoying this last dog-walking session of the day. Windows glow softly, and as we walk I pause to take in tableaux here and there:
* a little boy sits at the piano, practicing. His mom stands by his side, arms crossed, smiling. I can hear the notes drift through the glass panes, and mom is nodding, a loving metronome.
*we pass by a dumpster by the side of a house, and look into a gutted kitchen. The owners stand in the midst of it all, and I can see the wife pointing decisively here and there – it may seem an empty space, but she knows already exactly what it will look like.
*we pause by one of my favorite houses – the one with a cathedral-like window rising two stories. My favorite part is the wall of bookshelves that can clearly be seen – floor to ceiling, with a library ladder! The family cat is on its way up – what will it select tonight for its bed time read?
*in an upstairs window, a young man stares into the glare of his computer screen. There is no other light in the room, and he seems deep at work. Another long night for this student.
*in another window a little girl is bouncing happily on her bed, her long hair flying up with every leap. I can already hear mom or dad (or perhaps both!) on the way up the stairs to deal with this.
Sophie and I turn the corner and walk towards our home. The porch light is our beacon, and I can see our cat silhouetted in a living room window, keeping a watchful eye for our return.