Some windows are meant to be admired as you pass by. Intentional Light is choosing presence, not comparison. I was driving past houses dressed up for Christmas. The kind with soft yellow light spilling through the windows. A tree in the corner. People gathered inside. Laughter, maybe music. The quiet warmth that comes from being settled for the night. For a brief moment, I noticed the feeling that used to come with scenes like that. Not sadness exactly—more like a pause. A re