A Woman Reading by a Window by Vilhelm Hammershoi
I have dirty windows.
I keep my blinds closed almost all of the time because I can't bear to look out the windows. Instead of the outdoors I only see the dust, dead bugs, and paint on the windows themselves.
For some reason it never occurred to me that I could actually do something about it.
This morning I had an inner need to scrub something. My kitchen was clean: drat. My bathroom was clean: blast. My floors were clean: oh bother. So I eyed the windows. "Hmm...," I thought, "is the urge that strong?"
Yes. Yes it was.
So I started cleaning one of them. Well, having just the inside clean would do no good. Better take off the screen, and the storm windows, and wash the outside.
Hm... one clean window with four dirty ones doesn't work so well.
My darling husband helped me all morning and we got the windows sparkling clean (he used newspaper, which worked wonderfully!). I'm so happy I can't stop looking at them! The blinds are way up, the sunlight is pouring in, fresh air is flowing through the rooms.
I've caught myself four or five times remarking today, "My, what a lovely day it is!"
It's a great day to be alive!
Waiting by the Window by Carl Vilhelm Holsoe