On South Street, on which my office is based, are a couple of small art galleries. Their lights remain on at night so that passers by such as myself can peer in on our cold, dark, dreary, weary, and exceedingly bleary evening walks home. I like looking through the windows into this gallery because of the painting hanging to the right of the door inside.
Through the window it looks like this.
And it takes me back to days and scenes like this.
At which point I no longer feel so teary.
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