After dinner, once the last pots are washed and the table is wiped clean, my brother and I put on our slippers -- I grab Perry -- and we go on an evening walk. It's so much a part of daily routine that if we miss it, I don't feel quite complete at the end of the day.
The crisp, cold December wind blows in the evenings -- cold enough to make me scurry back to the house after stepping outdoors and snatch up a jacket before leaving. I am so glad that Christmas lights are now being strung on surrounding patios and doorsteps. In the occasional house, through dimy lit windows, the form of a Christmas tree can oftentimes be spotted, adorned with festive decorations. It makes our walks in the evenings even more special; the daytime does not permit such glittery Christmas-light bliss amidst the sun's blinding rays.
I snap away at unsuspecting houses. Their lights smile back at me.