First thing when I wake in the morning, I open up all the shades to let the light pour in. Sometimes the light shines, sometimes it doesn’t. Today, it did.
It makes my heart happy to believe that while I do other things, the light is cleaning the home for me. I imagine all the creatures of the night scurrying at the hint of rays exposing their secret places. As they escape for cover, the light finds them too soon, and then *poof*… just like that, they’re gone. I can wipe my hands and call it a job well done.
Of course, I know it doesn’t work that way. If only it were that easy.
And with the dusty haze that sits long after semis and trucks carrying this year’s harvest pass by on gravel roads, there is more to clean than usual as it settles in homes.
Into my home most of all, or so it seems.
It’s time to clean this homestead myself. And it may take a while.
Thankfully the light shows me what it is that needs cleaning.