A Prism on the Wood

A multifaceted glass paperweight sat motionless near the edge of the low table, catching the mid-morning beam. Within its crystalline core, the light bent into pale fractures of indigo and amber. Gliding my dark stone pedestal slowly over the grain, I positioned myself directly behind the clear orb. A tiny band of scarlet stretched softly over the pale contour of my cheek. I paused, letting the vibrant warmth of refracted color linger against the matte stone.