Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Snowlight

Sunlight spills onto my kitchen floor, inviting me to linger in its warming rays. Happy, happy sunlight.

A moment of lingering reveals more. Dust particles dance in the air, soon to add themselves to the collection. Fingermarks present themselves for easy counting all across my windows. The splatters from yesterday's dishwasher loading can be seen on the baseboard.

Sunlight reveals need.

Sonlight reveals need.

Sonlight also provides the answer. Soon we are sparkling like fine crystal. The light shining through dances with color, windows are a clear vision of the beauty beyond, and we are whiter than snow.

Is it possible to be whiter than snow? It is. And this morning I am.