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.