I walk home past blocks of student housing. The landlords have not cared to do anything aesthetically pleasing to these houses for years. Their entire effort is placed in writing out notices of rent increases.
Toward the end of November these blocks look sad. And so I especially appreciate it when a resident takes it upon her (him?) self to try to make it a better, brighter place.
I mean, it’s not quite Michigan Avenue, Chicago, in the holiday season, but it is one person’s effort to make this dismal landscape a place of color and joy.