Our house at night has an air of silence that brings me comfort. The light gives off an orange glow in the kitchen, making it a place of refuge, while the rest of the house is hidden in darkness. This is my house - the way it usually is, with dishes left in the sink and numerous trinkets sitting on the windowsill. A bottle of silver nail polish, a telephone, a letter to be mailed, a spray bottle for hair, scissors, tea bags, salt grinder, and home-grown peonies in a blue vase. They are still at night, and that's what gives me comfort. When the people are inside, they are the focus, but when everyone is asleep, I notice the little things that make this place my home. I like my house at night.