Every night his apartment blazed with light, every room glowing so brightly it spilled through my window and ruined my sleep. I thought he was careless, wasteful, even selfish for turning night into day and ignoring my complaints, but,
Then one night the power failed and I saw candles flickering inside his home, dozens of them surrounding a quiet man winding a small clock beside a framed photograph. The next morning I learned his wife had died the year before and had been afraid of the dark, so he promised to keep the lights on so she would never feel alone at night. Since then, he never turned them off… and suddenly the light that once annoyed me looked like something much deeper than electricity, therefore,