Lights

I like to sit alone at night and look at the lights on our tree.



Colored lights are so homey, white lights elegant. Some years it's one, some years the other, and once in a while I mix them.



It isn't that I don't want to share - there's just something about sitting in an otherwise darkened room, still and quiet, remembering years past.



Sometimes I squint and lett them get blurry, nod my head from side to side.



Sometimes I focus on one bulb.



But mostly, I just...look.



Peaceful, isn't it?