Lately I've been complaining of my dark walks and how little fun they were for me. I felt like I was missing out on what is there, right next to me. For a while I would just walk Ducky as quickly as possible, just so I could get home and out of the drizzle and cold. Then I started to look around again. Instead of seeing the flowers, porches, yards; I saw coziness, cheer, happiness of the people inside. I've looked at these houses for months, not realizing that they were homes.
(It made me want to make my little apartment feel more like a home than ever, perhaps able to spread some happiness and warmth to someone else.)