We've lived in our home for just over 7 years now. At some point, as I drove in my mindless unobserving way to and from work, I started to notice one particular house on the street. I can't say if the owners have always been the same. In fact, it may have changed hands at some point because I started to notice some of that freshening up that takes place shortly after a new person moves in. The cedar siding got a wash-up and a few planks replaced. The gardens were freshened and more formally landscaped. It seemed there were work vans and trucks in the driveway more often.
At the same time, I started to notice a candle in the window. Not a real candle, but one of those plastic candles with the little bulb in it that so many people use at Christmas. And not in every window. Just in the main picture window in what I assume is their living room. It's been years now, and regardless of the season, that candle is always lit. From morning until night, it rests on the window ledge like a small beacon.
So for the moment...for today at least...that light in my unknown neighbor's window is for them. And like that light, you are in my mind every day.