The Car Wash

Spending time at the Car Wash. Watching world go by as it drains from the car into the gutter. Making all thing new, but in the image of God. Gleaming like the brightness of a new morning. At the suds cascade down the screen, as it leans out wards into a refreshingly warm evening.

With a quick wipe of the blade at the front as if wiping a tear from an eye. Together with a wag of it's tail the blade back seem happy to be clean once more.

Yes a trip to the car wash brought new vigour as I watched the soup suds and water droplets dance a cross the screen, bring with them ever changing patterns of ringlets to the background of the trees and houses.

Now I have a clean car!