Eons ago, I used to walk to the subway after a long evening out with friends and link arms with Steve. Not because I wanted to be romantic or anything. I wanted him to help me navigate the sidewalk, so I could look into people's apartments. Nighttime is the prime time for checking out strangers' homes. They're all lit up and the shades are still open. You can get glimpses of their decor and the people milling about.

This is the view of our house at dusk. If you squint, you can see a couple of baskets of unfolded clothes, several Pokemon books and Steve yelling at the kids to go to bed.