I didn't see them until I downloaded the picture, and then WHAM!
Like the first time I saw them, I was gobsmacked.
I am gobsmacked every time the light is just right and the air is just still.
Dust motes.
A reminder of the plentifulness of the world's stuff, taking me back to childhood when, lying on my bed, I saw for the first time that air was not empty but full -- with tiny bits of fluff and me and everything else I see, all aswirl all the time, all composed of specks of matter and energy -- and sometimes, I see them and feel cosmic connectedness, even if only for a moment.
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