The Dust in Sunlight is available in paperback at Am...

The Dust in Sunlight is available in paperback at Amazon and Goodreads, as an e-book for Kindle, and at booksellers worldwide. ISBN: 9781453721162.
The back cover:"From a roadside shack in Guatemala to a dental chair in Mexico. From a mountainside in Peru to a pile of rocks on a French hillside. A man selling peanuts, a lone sailor navigating the Caribbean Sea, a girl selling her body, a lost son on a white swan, a soldier sent off to war and a woman caught in a winter of snow. Daniel Lookfar had found all of these and more. But there were a few things he still needed to find. Like someone to love, a home, and a way to get there."
Inside the book:A Certain Point of View
“These are not ends, but waypoints in the journey, moments in the flow of things. Go on, open your hand. Touch the butterfly. You can feel it. It can never hurt you.”
“…the view from your window is one of winter, with eiderdown fields lost in fog, cloaked in cold and frosted white.”
“We walked up the quiet road, yellow butterflies dancing around us in the hot afternoon sun. A solitary hawk, an osprey, glided overhead. Flowers grew everywhere.”
 The Caseta Pepsi
“Pieces of chicken cooked in a frying pan. Refried beans bubbled in a pot alongside. A light tropical rain had begun to fall, casting a curtain around the Caseta, turning it into a stage where a single human marionette, her strings hopelessly tangled, struggled for balance.”
“She led me to the cooking area where a wood fire burned beneath a large dented black pot. Inside the pot, red beans bubbled and steam drifted up, mixing with the smoke from the fire. Together they faded ghostlike into the palm-leaved roof.”
 The Leaf and the Machete
“But how else are you to look into my soul if I do not open the only window that sheds light upon it; the only window through which can be seen both darkness and light, summer and winter.”
“I will try to be bold and sweeping with my brushstrokes, and sharp and incisive with my pen, to draw a clean image seen through the mists and prisms, the refracted light of that strange thing we call truth.”
 The Rinse Bowl at the Mexican Dentista

“He could be a speck of white cloth on a sea of white horses. He could sing to the moon and embrace the sky. He could fly like a bird to the end of forever.”Rock Steady
“At times I felt just like God must occasionally feel, looking down at miniscule people, bustling on spaghetti-like highways, living strangely separated lives, as though they were microscopic crumbs, falling and scattered, from a giant, crumbling, cosmic cake.”
“On the back of his head, woven into the tangled mass of hair, there was a single, used wooden matchstick. Floor, a man with the slightly unnerving look of a madman, had one other unusual characteristic: He smelled very strongly of cheese.”
Thank God It’s Raining

“A single, forlorn, leafless tree stood alone at the very top of the hill. Beneath it was a figure that appeared, in the distance, to be folded like a broken matchstick.”
“Maybe they stood quietly by their window, arms around each other, watching the rain fall on the field, feeling the dry yellow corn drink and swell, and experiencing a gentle strengthening in the faith they have in their Lord.”
 Shoes
“He liked to walk around the corner of a busy street and know that it was at least possible to see a solitary Brahmin cow standing untethered and bored at a stop sign, waiting for nothing. He liked places where it was common, if not an everyday event, to see a live, perhaps nervous chicken, peck its way across the floor of a busy restaurant.”
“She was vibrant and pouty, almost an actress. She was darker than most, her skin a burnt brown, the color of coffee beans. And she danced, all the time, everywhere. Her body was alive with energy. Andre thought she was made for love.”

Queen Anne ’s Lace
“Can you tell me if there’s a cold wind blowing there, Momma? I ask you because there sure is a cold wind blowing here. It’s chilling the bone and freezing the heart like glass.”
“People like Poppa and me are lost in the cracks and corners of truth. We are stories nobody tells. We are forgotten ghosts, spirits hidden from sunlight.”

The Peanut Man
“In many ways, the evening smoke is the incense of Guatemala. It’s unmistakable. Clean. A signal from one Indian to another, that yes, we are okay, we are eating again tonight.”
“Then he’d roll his hands together, as a man would who’d just found a fire on a cold night, and the dark, crimson skins of the nuts would fly out from between his hands, like butterflies taking flight.”

Like Dancers

“Antonio is too close to the center of things, too close to the magic of waves. Antonio knows how the sky feels, and he knows of the joy and anguish of love.”
“I can see the mast, pointing off into the night sky like a holy cross, the patched whiteness of sails, glowing like a shroud and glistening with saltwater.”


An Affair to Remember
“I have sailed in unison with orca, and my vessel has been courted by loggerhead turtles and manatees. And I have watched White-tailed Tropicbirds dance the dance of love upon a Bahamian sky.”
“Are you in snow? Are there chains on your tires? Is there misted breath from your lungs? Do you hold a coffee cup with both hands?”

The Dust in Sunlight is available in paperback at Amazon, as an e-book for Kindle, and at booksellers worldwide.ISBN 9781453721162.