Reblogged from Morpeth Road:

It was close to midnight and across the creek the Jamison’s were settling for the night. The four of us were growing impatient huddling under the bridge waiting for them to turn off the lights, the signal it was time.

The park lights gave us another light to see our way to the basement window, always open, through which we’d crawl and then squeeze together around the central heater which chugged its way through the freezing night but we didn’t care as we’d learned to sleep against its constant clatter.

Source: Thursday photo prompt – Lights #writephoto