As winter settles in and the nights stretch long and cold, small lights begin to glow in windows across the city. One candle at a time, their soft flames grow — a quiet defiance against the dark. Each spark adds warmth, spreading gently but surely, until the night itself feels changed. There’s something powerful in that rhythm — one candle, then another. One act of kindness, then the next. That’s how light spreads. That’s how warmth travels. Every loaf of bread we give carrie