A Minuscule Event

I was laying in bed reading, and as always every couple minutes I will close the book and think or look around before I continue reading. Well, I looked around and what I saw caught my attention, pulled out my amazement and the words began to form in my head. It was like my own colorless Northern Lights show. I inhaled deeply before exhaling what I felt as a circular cone of breath. It disrupted the dust particles in the sunlight with a domino effect. Sparkles of dust rolled like dust clouds against each other down the line, and as it moved the dust behind it would cease to roll. As I continued to watch these tiny souls would slowly fall, rise, and glide in and out of life, in and out of the sun light. It is like a thin, fragile wall of mini suns moving at their own freewill; gravity ignoring their existence. My fascination is unexplainable except for the acceptance of beauty. When I die I want to be as beautiful as these minuscule events.