Prismatic Cadence

The quiet indoors began to feel stagnant, yet before stepping beyond the glass doors, a dancing glint of light captured my attention. High upon the windowsill sat a multifaceted glass paperweight. Slipping my pendulum through my claws, I positioned the swinging silver disc directly between the morning beam and the crystal prism. Back and forth, back and forth drifted the metal coin, fracturing the beam into a shifting spectrum of vibrant rainbows across the white plaster wall. Left, right, left, right. The colors pulsed in obedient unison with my rhythm, transforming ordinary morning glare into a hypnotic tide of calm.