The magic of sunlit dust

One of the clearest memories I have from my childhood is a moment that felt almost magical, something I can still see so vividly in my mind. I was no older than two or three, standing in my grandfather’s long lobby (or dahlez, as we call it) in his house. It’s a space I can still picture in detail - where the sunlight would pour in and through the air, tiny particles of dust seemed to shimmer as the light hit them.

It’s like the dust turned into something beautiful, almost alive, in the sun’s golden beams. The way the rays cut through the space, with the dust dancing in the air... It was something I’ve never been able to forget. Even at that age, I remember feeling mesmerized. It felt like a secret, something magical in the air that I could touch but not hold.

It’s a memory that has stayed with me...something so simple, yet so extraordinary. Every time I see sunlight glinting through dust in the air, I’m taken back to that moment. To that childhood magic. It’s funny how the smallest moments can leave the biggest impressions.