A sunset is the big painting in the gallery, the one you can’t help but notice. A sunset is the showstopper. Noticing sunsets is easy.

Today I cleaned my bathroom. I washed away the grime, kind of like washing the face of a dirty child. All the ick washed away, all the beauty underneath. A clean bathroom is not a sunset, but it is a beautiful, humble thing.


Today, my bathroom is beautiful.

What really surprised me (because I was busy noticing stuff) was realizing the act of cleaning the bathroom was also beautiful.

An act of creation, in a way, and isn’t that art?