Everyone's rich inner-lives

They're still up, preparing for bed, watching a film, reading? I always wonder how anyone's evening is spent. I could peer inside, and I would know and they wouldn't see me against the night, but I would see them. Walking by, throwing the briefest of glances into this life, and that one. They're playing cards, a late dinner, they're talking to their dog and brushing their teeth. I wonder whether…