There was very little noticeable action in my house these past few days so this allowed me to take a closer look at the more intricate things in my surroundings. I sat in my living room under a thick duvet late in the afternoon. The blinds were all shut facing upwards, one however was slightly more open. A strong light beam was emerging through the cracks lighting up my white and overtly smooth ceiling. I looked a little closer focusing in on how the shadows were implemented like concert on the wall. Suddenly little dust particles began floating down. They were only evident in the light streak as opposed to the shadowed parts. I watched with eagerness at these little pieces of dust danced jumped around before my eyes. each new particle coming into focus faster than the next. My mind couldn’t help but transition to the scene in Peter Pan where Wendy and Peter are flying and dancing with the fairies. I thought of this because the dust particles shimming in the suns beam had a sort of magical rhythm to it.
