windows and light

When I see lights through the windows of a house at night, I have a sense of well being. I imagine a cozy place and a folksy word from Dylan Thomas.

"after dinner the Uncles sat in front of the fire, loosened all buttons, put their large moist hands over their watch chains, groaned a little and slept. ... Auntie Hannah, who liked port, stood in the middle of the snowbound back yard, singing like a big-bosomed thrush."