I felt a surge of energy and decided to clean. It was a temporary state of insanity. I’m sure it will pass.
I blame it on the honeysuckle releasing that sweet smell in the spring breeze. It follows me everywhere I go, reminding me that spring is a time for fresh smells, fresh days…and even fresh starts.
Why not start with the blinds I asked myself. I got out the bright, red duster and whisked one side of the blinds and then the other. It happened to be a eastward facing window and the early morning light was peeking through causing the newly-freed dust to dance in illuminated light around me. I sneezed. Twice. And then I grabbed my camera. I had to stop and take a picture.
Besides, I’m hoping to improve my photography skills. Dust in the bedroom is a new subject in a different setting. Clearly I need more practice, which, of course, would require more dusting.
This is my problem with cleaning. I’m too easily (and readily) distracted. Dancing dust in the early morning light? Fascinating.
It reminded me a of a quote.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. — Pablo Picasso
Sometimes I think I’m always waiting for the dust to settle. It’s the conflict avoider in me coming out. I like peace.
But maybe there’s a point to be taken from lightly dancing dust; cleaning both the blinds and the soul.
