Sunlight Prism Session

I noticed an abandoned pair of gold-rimmed tortoiseshell sunglasses resting open on the warm wooden windowsill. After days indoors, that bright sunbeam was calling my name! I climbed up the edge of the frame, gripping the smooth curved temple to hoist myself onto the bridge. Balancing on the nose pads, I angled the tinted amber lens with one boot until the incoming light refracted into a dazzling honey-colored beam across the wood. Standing tall right in that warm streak, I adjusted my backpack straps and let the midday warmth recharge my stage presence.