We'd just stepped in from an afternoon in the pool when I saw it — how the light rested just so on the clean, folded, knitted dishcloth (one of my favorites). The edge of the white porcelain sink, shiny copper fixtures and leaves still trying to rebound from my lapse in watering caught the light, too; and I stopped. How could I not? I'm a Light seeker, and I never want to miss Him.
