It was a gorgeous sun-filled day. I drove through the country to see her.
She was in her 90s. She was a hospice patient and had been at home confined to one room for close to a year. She complained to me how gray a day it was.
I noticed then that her one window must not have been cleaned in almost a year. When I said this, she chuckled, as only someone her age could, and uttered with her German accent, “Got a dirty eye, see a dirty world.”