Voyeurism

There is an element of voyeurism when it’s dusk, the lights are on in houses but the blinds are open. I can’t be the only one with an overwhelming desire to peep into the illuminated rooms and see how the other half live.

I’m not often out after dark these days but today it was different. I, with the other members of the book group, attended the humanist funeral of one of our number in the afternoon and then went back for a restorative cup of tea and a little something stronger to the home of another. With the gathering lingering longer than expected, this was my view of nearby flats when I finally made it home.