Wine in the moring and some breakfast at night
The window washers outside of my window meticulously wash in the morning light. They’re kind of a motley-looking duo, one of them sporting a decidedly Kid Rock-style moustache and the other wears a ratty ponytail that sticks absurdly out of the back of a baseball cap. The Kid Rock guy uses some sort of makeshift watering device, while the other guy goes behind him and cleans away the dirt. It’s kind of a nice, baggage-free profession, I find myself thinking—the kind which you’re amazed technology hasn’t made obsolete in some way already. Hey, what do you do for a living? someone wants to know. Oh, I wash windows. The clarity is refreshing (nix).

I’m experiencing my own moment of clarity right now, wrapped up in the whole seasonal miasma of figuring out exactly how things work. I had this same epiphany last year at this time, as I walked around downtown in a pouring rain. I’m not sure exactly what I figured out, although I’m not sure it was particularly earth shattering. But it’s kind of amazing how life works sometimes, when everything comes together and seems so well choreographed. You can’t help but be moved in some small way, and then be moved by that same movement, like ancient glaciers shifting within. It’s a long life, but you can’t help but be touched by the irrefutable glints of beauty produced around the edges.

Outside the Kid Rock guy has come back around again to inspect the windows and realizes he has missed a spot. There seems to be some flaw in one of the windows, and he goes to clean it again. It’s funny, watching him look directly in. The windows are tinted and I realize he can’t see anything but his own reflection as I look right into his eyes, not five feet from my own. I catch myself wondering what his life is like. Maybe he’s having his own epiphanies, I think, cashing in on the whole seasonal vortex of beauty and shine. Who could say what he’s thinking? The possibilities really are endless. When he’s satisfied with the window, he picks up his supplies and moves along to clean the next window for somebody to look out of with equal parts astonishment and wonder.