Seeing the Light in Breakfast

About a week ago, I woke up and said to myself, "bacon and eggs. Yup, that sounds good." So off I went to the kitchen to make said breakfast. Now, at this point, I should point out that the ventilation in my kitchen isn't the best, so midway through cooking the bacon, the fire alarm goes off and I was forced to leave the stove and deal with that. After shutting the alarm off, as I was going back to the now-burned bacon, I saw something beautiful. The light streaming through the blinds of my window was making wonderful shapes in the smoke that remained. It was really stunning - the light had almost a tangible quality to it. Anyone who's seen a heavily hazed dance concert knows something of the quality of light I mean. But in my kitchen, in my house, the effect seemed so out of place, and that made it somehow special - maybe simply because it was unexpected. I stood for a bit and watched how the light was streaking and flickering in the air and on the wall, until the rest of the smoke dissipated and that little moment ended. I don't actually think I had breakfast, but it was still a nice morning.