Dust Motes

# Summary

The author describes an enchanting experience with dust motes illuminated by sunlight in a loft, which inspires a song and a poetic reversal of light and darkness.

# Abstract

The narrative begins with a vivid description of a moment where sunlight pierces through the gaps of a poorly insulated loft, transforming the dust motes into a breathtaking spectacle. The author recounts their experience of awe, which later becomes the inspiration for a song titled "Dust and Sunrays." The story takes a fanciful turn as the author imagines a reverse scenario where 'rays of darkness' fill the loft, turning the 'dancing angels' of dust into 'bickering bats.' Although the author acknowledges the physical impossibility of such an event, they revel in the whimsical nature of the imagination and the enriching power of observing such scenes.

# Opinions

- The author finds profound beauty in the mundane, as seen in their reaction to the dust motes in the loft.
- They have a poetic inclination, using the experience as inspiration for a song and a Wolfku.
- The author values the imaginative mind, enjoying the play of light and darkness and its effects on perception.
- They are open about the joy and enrichment they derive from these imaginative experiences.
- There is a sense of wonder and appreciation for the unexpected moments of beauty in everyday life.

Sunrays and Angels

A ray of darkness appeared, shining the dust motes from angels to bats

I once experienced the opposite of this Wolfku: stepping into a dusty, badly insulated loft — so badly insulated, in fact, that you could see daylight between the vertical planks that made up both inside and outside walls.

As I reached the top of the ladder and gazed into this loft, all was dead calm in the semi-darkness, and the air was clear, but once I stepped off the ladder and on to the extremely dusty floor, clouds of fine dust reached for the ceiling in huge, brilliantly lit sheets of gap-entered sunlight. Brilliantly.

So magnificently I literally lost my breath for a bit, in stunned and delighted awe.

As an aside, I later wrote a song to celebrate that moment of magic, called Dust and Sunrays (what else?)

And then, the other day during my Pacific walk, I imagined the reverse: dark clouds suddenly obscure the sun and rays of darkness scream into the loft between the planks and the trillion dancing angels of a sudden become so many bickering bats.

I’m not sure this could ever actually happen — in fact, I am sure this would not happen in a real loft, no matter how dusty and no matter how strong (and suddenly dark) the sun; it’s just one of those delightful images that now and pop up into my mind out of god-knows-where and sings “Look at me, look at me, look at me.”

And I usually do; and just as usually, the richer for looking.

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