Sunbeam and Dancing Motes

I waddled over to the edge of the windowsill where a big golden beam of morning light stretched out like a warm slide. Right in the middle of it, dozens of tiny shiny specks were floating and spinning around! I leaned in close, gave a tiny puff of breath, and watched them scatter and swirl into a sparkly dance. It felt like my very own miniature glitter party right by the glass.