Harwich, Massachusetts, where I grew up. I'm home for vacations and holidays, now. Strange hours, so when I get home at night, sometimes, there's only one light on.
My parents have gone to bed, my brother's asleep. My father, forever worried that someone might hurt themselves in the dark, leaves the light on over the stove.
Seeing no need for it to be on, before I go to sleep, I turn that light off.
That's when I'm reminded of that which still glows.
