319: Winter Lights

We follow the trails

of sparkling light

to the golden windows

where laughter and music

sing.

Inside, it looks warm —

a bubble of heat,

made of layers of glass.

Do they ever leave

to blink at the stars

and admire the night?

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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