I am a nosey old beak. I can not resist looking into the cosy lit houses as I return home from my walks. It's ok the above photo is my own home ~ I wouldn't take a photo of other people's homes ~ I promise!
But sneaking a peak through the windows I pass reminds me of looking at the quiet scenes in a dolls' house. Seeing just a silent snapshot of another person's domestic life appears to place it in some sort of suspended animation.
Often the rooms appear empty as it is usually around tea time and I guess people might be in the kitchen preparing a meal. And I guess many people close the curtains when they sit in a room to stop nosy beaks like me gawping in.
In many houses the tv is on.
At this time of year, twinkling Christmas lights add to the snug atmosphere.
It occurred to me that just lately my life has been lived from the outside looking in. Watching others living their lives as I recuperate. Watching the busyness and excitement of other people's work and social lives.
(It's amazing how many people visiting a sick person unburden their, often quite trivial, problems on the sick person. Sick person equates to Agony Aunt to many.)
One would expect this to be a sad melancholy experience but it hasn't been like that all. The stillness and calm has been good but can not last forever. Soon I shall return to the fray but with an inner calm sorely won but welcomed.