There’s something oddly reassuring about seeing lit windows when you’re driving home at night.
There’s little to make you feel much of a sense of camaraderie in the suburbs. Not to say that it’s hell out here – it isn’t, I think it’s just reflex to say so – and civic duty, community involvement, town halls, and local Facebook pages were never really my speed.
I suppose that’s why I like the occasional glance at the passing windows that I’d otherwise leave to my peripheral vision. It’s the most subtle feeling of “I’m here, you’re here, and we’re all still kicking it out there” you can ever catch on the way home.