about sunlight through a bedroom window.

It’s a clear memory — sunlight streaming through my bedroom window when I was six years old. I watched for the longest time.

I thought that the dust I saw dancing in the air on that light was coming straight from the sun.

My brother said that dust was everywhere. I didn’t believe him. I believed in what I was seeing.

It was magical — no denying that. Magical things were delivered on rays of sunshine.

Not a bad way to see things.

Designers would say to look in the negative spaces. That’s way too clinical.

I’ll just find one sun ray bringing magical dust from the universe to me.

Magical dust never needs cleaning. It’s healing.

We can make magic just by choosing what we’re seeing and believing.

Every six year old knows that. Wonder if I can do that again . . .