In The hills of San Juan

In the serene hills of San Juan, a beautiful ranch-style home awaited some much-needed attention. The big windows, though magnificent, were clouded with dust and grime, their view obscured by spider webs and the remnants of nature’s visits.

As the sun rose, I got to work, carefully cleaning away the layers of neglect. Each pull of the squeegee revealed a clearer view. What had once been a dull barrier now gleamed, inviting the warm sunlight to pour in.