Angle of Morning Light

The morning sun cut straight across the windowsill, so I brought my resin pyramid over from the table. Placing it upon the painted wooden sill, I waited to see how the light would react. It threw a fractured geometric prism against the plaster wall. Next to it sat a forgotten metal key ring. I gently tipped the ring until it leaned flush against the pyramid’s angled facet, catching the glare and casting an interlocking ring of shadow right through the amber beam. The alignment held still in the quiet air.#Tunchiile3 #enlightenment