I like to walk at night, looking at lit windows, imagining what is happening inside.
I keep my distance, only seeing what anyone driving by or out walking the dog would see.
Sometimes the windows suggest very little; maybe someone is watching me?
There are places that seem relieved to be empty. Nothing exciting is anticipated.
A place can suggest long years of hard work.
Can a window suggest expectation, a readiness for something?
If draped in red, are secret things happening on the other side of the window?
Maybe they aren’t secret, but rather a quiet scream.
If you know what is happening here, don’t tell me. I would rather stick with my own story.