One of the things I love about this house, is it’s light.

Light plays an intricate role in our well-being. I can feel the difference on a rainy day, verses a clear one. It doesn’t have to be a full blaze of sunshine type day, but I do need light.

The front door of this house had been mistreated.

It’s a metal door with windows at the top, designed to let light in. I didn’t notice on the initial walk through, but the windows looked to be sprayed painted over. I asked the landlord if he had another door we could use to replace this one, but he did not. This was one of those moments to embrace what you have, and make the very best of it.

My best guess is, when the painter sprayed the ceiling, he didn’t cover the windows of the door. They had some type of over-spray on them that blocked the light from coming in. I grabbed a straight edge razor, and began scraping.

It came off easy enough with the razor, but it made me wonder how many people would go to these lengths for light? Was it over-spray, or did someone spray paint it on purpose? It obviously didn’t bother the previous tenant.

Now clean, those small windows make a big difference.

Sometimes, the light will naturally flow in and find us.

Other times, we need to unmask the blockage, and set it free.