Thanksgiving Scene

In the absence of well-developed visual art skills, I am reduced to words:

Light from the double windows of an old house captures our vision. We see in the glow behind the glass a happy chaos of warm colors: sweaters,faces flushed with laughter and bustle,a half-devoured feast lingering on the bright cloth. Close against the window, two children press noses and palms to the glass, peering out into the night. Their breathing makes cloudy rings around the spot where their mouths should be. Perhaps they are watching two figures walk along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street--a man and a woman, their arms linked. Their backs are to us, but the woman's head is turned toward the man and we see her face, a pale oval above her black winter coat. She is smiling. By the light of a street lamp at the end of the block, we see a man mid-stride across the intersection--a distant, solitary figure in perfect silhouette.