A Light in the Kitchen Window
There’s a particular kind of light that doesn’t just brighten a room — it signals a life. You see it from the sidewalk on a winter morning: one house on the block with the kitchen lamp on, the rest of the street still dark and sleeping. Something in you relaxes, almost involuntarily, for that glow means the world hasn’t gone completely cold. Someone is awake and alive in there, if only the light.