an ordinary tuesday evening
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| it was light&dark at the same time, depending on where we were this evening on our walk, or perhaps the light is fading so fast I cannot keep up with it's disappearance |
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| I always find a lit house so very comforting as the days grow shorter |
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| not knowing what you're looking at is at times better than knowing |
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As far as the lit house, I used to love to walk passed the homes on night walks when lights would be on and you could see a slice of the evening hours in someone else's life. Not in the snooping kind of way, but in the poetic pondering kind of way :)