Recently on my nightly walks, I've noticed lights from windows. They remind me that I am not the only one who enjoys staying up late. They are a welcomed sight in the dark, sometimes, I even spot a warm body moving about. What is my fascination with lit windows in the dark? Am I a voyeur? Do I long for connection? Looking in, I see a glimpse of the occupants' lives. In the still darkness, I let my mind wander.