Never have dust motes been such a presence in art.
There's not much light in here, and the air is thick with dust motes.
Not a dust mote falling through the light from the window changed position.
Dust motes drifted in a stream of light coming through the window.
The room and all its objects spun in it like dust motes.
Yes, the priest was one of the first in the door, and would not let anyone change so much as a dust mote.
Which, Peter realized, probably meant there was a dust mote on a shelf.
There wasn't a dust mote on the horse's hide anywhere.
Dust motes hung in the air, and the boy stood unblinking before him.
Except for those dust motes, everything was stillness and suspension.