Coming home to something

In York,  I was so impressed by the old houses with Christmas candles in the window that I got some for own and put them up in my apartment. I was almost never home by dusk, though, so I put them on a timer.

It was so nice to open the apartment door and see a warm glow through the curtains. It made me feel like I was coming home to something, even when I lived by myself. I kept them up all year.

We have them here set up here in La Plata, too. 

They're especially nice on Mondays, when I get back from Bible study late, but while Joe's still out at his Monday evening activities.