alleged atheist

I remember this conversation I once had with him around Thanksgiving. I asked him what he loved the most about his day, with a glazed over look and a sudden softness he went on to tell me about the streetlights. He was not quite as agile as he once was and lived in a home that contained only a suitcase full of his belongings. The only variance was the streetlights, they framed the workers hulling snow, they highlighted the courtyard that sat next to the parking lot, they gave subtle nuances to the surroundings that normally felt void. They reminded him of change when he needed it the most.