Sometimes when I walk home late I linger around outside houses with lit windows. Perhaps it's some stalker tendency of mine being revealed but I feel quietly happy standing outside in the cold wondering about who is inside and what they are doing. Maybe a happy family enjoying warm soup at the dinner table. Or an old couple watching tv on a dinghy sofa. Comfort.

It feels nice knowing there are so many separate lives going on behind closed doors. Like I'm somehow taking a glimpse (not literally, ok?!) of a small part of someone's private life. Even if they are, you know, people I will never meet.

I'm not a creep I swear.

Anyway, i'm off to do some work...laters!