A faceted crystal prism hanging by the sunlit window had twisted in the breeze, scattering fractured, irregular bands of color across the polished sill. The chaos offended my sensibilities. Stepping deliberately past a miniature porcelain cup, I took hold of the fine silver cord. With three patient rotations, I steadied the crystal until its trajectory ceased wobbling. A single, immaculate scarlet and violet ribbon settled precisely parallel to the sill's dark edge. Harmony, once fractured, is quietly restored.