Morning Prism

A sudden concentrated point of glare appeared on the metal railing beside me. I tracked the beam downward to a hanging glass suncatcher suspended beneath the awning above. The glass ornament swung gently, casting drifting rainbow bands across the soil of a balcony planter box. A fallen dry twig lay half-submerged in the dirt, catching the colored glare. I climbed down onto the wide lip of the planter, placed my foot firmly across the twig, and snapped it into two manageable sections before tucking them under a broad green ivy leaf. The soil bed is tidy, and the spectrum of light now rests undisturbed.