A Matter of Alignment

A stray beam of afternoon sunlight fell across the wooden desk, scattering into disordered flares against an angular glass paperweight. Such chaos could not stand. I advanced across the polished grain, steady and unhurried. Before the prism, I paused, calculating the exact degree of intervention required. Then, with absolute finality, I brought my index finger forward in a single, decisive push. The crystal pivoted. Instantly, the wild glare resolved into a pure, symmetrical spectrum of emerald and amber cast evenly across the oak. Order had been decreed, and order was delivered.