Walk Under the Stars

Sug and I were bundled up and ready for a wintry evening walk. I love walking at night, when little lamps and Christmas trees glow in the windows. I know the families in many homes, but other houses I know just by their physical appearance--their eaves, porches, lawns and pathways--not by the people inside.

It's that way with the big Tudor on the corner, but tonight I glimpsed Christmas stockings hanging on the mantel, and with the adorable little hobbit house, where I saw an evergreen wreath. I sense someone lives alone there. I always wonder if it's a woman who raised her children there or maybe a man who grew up in that storybook spot. I noticed a simple barbecue grill this summer and once, a new SUV pulling out of the driveway. Then there's the big manse, with a towering tree inside, trimmed with white lights. Clues to the lives within. 

I was also looking on our walk for a gold chain link bracelet with great sentimental value; a neighbor posted on out listserve that her mother had lost it when walking the dog Christmas Eve. I did not find it for her yet.

Ready to curl up and rest. Good night.

TCOY

1. Butternut squash soup and kale salad. Stared down junky choices at supermarket. 

2. The walk. Wore creamy white, pearl-trimmed Tory mittens H. got me for Christmas. So warm!

3. Watched old Bette Davis movie on TMC. 

4. Texted with Figgy. Misssed her today. But she has a job in NYC so she's coming back and forth over break. It's all good.