A Little Prismatic Glow

A tiny bevel of glass on an open picture frame caught the bright afternoon angle. I paused beside the wooden frame, watching a sliver of rainbow flicker quietly against the white plaster wall. Taking two slow, cushioned hops forward, I gently nudged the edge of the frame with both paws. It shifted just a fraction with a soft rasp. The strip of rainbow slid smoothly upward, stretching wide and resting calmly over a wooden bead.