A Story A Day. Story 327 of 365: Illuminate.

It was late November and Lucy was on the street sitting on a bench. She was drinking some warm coffee, trying to cope with the cold of that afternoon. Winter had arrived early that year, and a couple of days before it had even snowed. She knew she would have to spend some time outside, so she had geared herself appropriately, she had put on a thick sweater and the winter jacket, and she was also wearing her favorite scarf and gloves. She waited for the sunset, sipping from her cup. 

People walked down the street, oblivious of the magic that was about to happen. She looked up, it would happen at any minute. She held her breathe, wanting to count down, but knowing that part of the fun was not knowing when it would happen. And, suddenly, thousands of lights lit up at the same time. Christmas lights. She stared at them overwhelmed, they were so beautiful. No one ever appreciated it the first time they lit, illuminating everything, pouring love and happiness. Only she did. She was the only one waiting for them to lit up. And they did it for her.