While waiting at the baggage carousel, a young girl exclaimed, “It is so shiny.” Her father and the other adult onlookers laughed. Her father corrected, “That is not shiny, it’s really dirty.” She returned a confused yet considerate gaze towards the carousel.
She looked up at me, waiting for my confirmation. I said, “I think it’s shiny.”
Why is it so natural for adults to see only the dirt?
How do adults define the shine and when is it enough to overcome the dirt?
How many times I have seen only the dirt? What eyes are needed to forgive the dirt?