A burst of light makes the difference. The street is the same. The noise, the traffic, people skirting unpaved portions of a fragile road.
A burst of light makes a difference. I inhale polluted air, but the breeze offers cooling respite, branches sway and let me see kaleidoscopic images of what might be mundane.
A burst of light makes a difference. Sharing what I see from my balcony:
And a wish to all in words conveyed so well and simply by Charles Dickens:
"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home."