Serene Basements

Walking home from a party that I wasn't really in the mood for, I passed all manner of Brooklyn brownstones, some darkened, some with a single light illuminating various elements of domesticity - a desk with scattered papers, a kitchen counter, an armchair upholstered in smooth leather. There's something soothing about these little glimpses at the life of the other half, at least if the mood is right and the alcohol has gone slightly to the head. They hint that somewhere, somehow, there are tiny pieces of calm to be had.