Listen, driving at night sucks so much for so many reasons. (Lights. Eyes don’t want. LED LIGHTS. Drunk people. Animals be runnin. Etc)
But there’s something weirdly magical about passing people’s homes at night and you catch that glimpse of someone or something lit up in a room as you go by. Sometimes it’s someone making dinner in a cozy kitchen, surrounded by so many chicken themed collectibles. Sometimes it’s a family, frozen in a moment of chaos of trying to get their Christmas tree up early. Sometimes it’s someone standing alone, wine glass in one hand and a phone in the other. Sometimes it’s the dog, plastered against the window to shout about your existence to those within as you pass by.
Just that little look into their life that would otherwise gone unseen without the darkness, and the light.