by Michael Puente

Created on: May 26, 2007

I heard the other day that there is this cleaner that is fantastic! Why? Have you ever found a cleaner that makes something completely clear of imperfection? Where imperfection is a combination of clarity, definition, and without hand-prints.

Pulling up to her house, she had French windows, with white shutters. The neighborhood smelled like lilacs, and my nose was irritated from the pollen that engulfed my nostrils.

There was a cool breeze that day; I can remember the wind wisping through the leaves. It almost seemed surreal, contrary to it's overwhelming sense of reality. Turning from stems, to a brilliant shade of green over the past few months.

Photosynthesis - it's what I recall it to be.

A monotonous day with a few missed phones calls, and a dead battery. It plugged into a white outlet covered with dust. My phone rang, and it made me realize there were birds sitting upon her window sill.

It was clear a day, with a few clouds in the sky. One of those days you could sit staring out the window. An ambiance of simplicity filled the room, "Hun, why don't get those windows cleaned, there kind of messy?"

She turned to me with a look of disgust, turned to the window and said, "You know what? I haven't cleaned those in quite sometime."

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