I like to walk at dusk and peer into houses. The lights have come on but the curtains have not.  Everything is illuminated. What a treat to witness someone else's evening routine. Dinner, TV, last-minute gardening, decaf coffee and the news on the radio. Maybe a book on the porch. I like to see how they have arranged their house and if they have good taste. The most exciting houses are those with many people gathered around the table. I stop and stare for a bit. I try to figure out the relationships and see what they are eating. They look happy.

On Easter Sunday we were that house. If I passed by, Bello in tow, I would pause and smile and feel hopeful. It was a holiday and this is what you do. We were just right.

Andrew Joseph Weaver brought chocolate.

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