Bright Lights in the Night

Two doors down from my house is a guy who builds furniture. I've never seen him, or met him. My neighbor next door told me about him. The thing about the furniture making neighbor is that he works late. Really late. Hammering. Cutting wood. Working on a project. How do I know this? Because I'm up late. I can hear him while I'm writing. Developing. Working on a project. I think we're kind of the same. We both burn the midnight oil building something we're passionate about.