I am a voyeur. I’ll admit it. When we are driving at night, I love to look into lighted windows. Sometimes I see people, sometimes I don’t.
I see a man in a garage, tinkering on his car or puttering around in his workshop. Is his car in need of repairs or is it something he is restoring? Is he out there because it’s his hobby or did he and his wife have a fight and it’s a cooling off period?
I see a teen looking out a window. Is she dreaming of the day when she gets her license and doesn’t have to stay home on a Friday night? Is she thinking of the cute boy at school she wants to go out with? Is she being a voyeur, too, watching the cars go by?
I see a woman at the kitchen window. Is she doing dishes after a nice family meal? Is she dreaming of being somewhere else? Is she in a rush to finish so she can go play with her kids or spend time with her husband?
I see the flicker of a television. Is it a family watching a movie together? Is it a couple watching a romantic movie? Is it someone who just wants to veg out after a long day at work?
I see a light in a bedroom window, but no people. Is it a student studying? Is it someone putting away laundry? Is it a man emptying his pockets on to his dresser?
I like to think it’s a mom or dad, rocking their baby to sleep, singing a lullaby.