A streaky windshield refuses to be clean. Windows in the condo fog the view on sunny mornings, in sunsets hot or cold.
Dusty desert air makes windows in a new house look old, always dirty, dreary. Generic lens wipes and sprays and cloths leave smears and smudges and gloom.
Something is to blame.
Then surprise, a light comes on. Headlights dazzle in the night.
Look inside yourself. Is it the eyes? Is it?
There may be light. We shall see.
B.J.
The Smith Compound 