The Returning Light

If we shall take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Every year, as soon as Halloween is over, my son Matthew waits for the lights. He’s been doing it for more than a dozen years. As the days grow shorter and the nights longer, as the temperatures drop and the leaves fall, he waits for the lights. He knows that they will come.
The neighbors across the street always put up a beautiful, brilliant, (and tasteful) light display for the holidays and Matthew eagerly waits for them to be turned on, which usually happens right after Thanksgiving. And then, each day between Thanksgiving and until the lights are turned off in January, he waits, excitedly, from mid-afternoon on. Each day he stands by the front windows…

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