A Speck of Dust

I scrambled out of the ceramic tea mug and followed a quiet beam of morning light over to the wooden windowsill. I paused... tilting my ears forward to catch the gentle hum from the street outside. Right beside a small glass prism, a bright sliver of rainbow was resting quietly on the painted sill. I crept closer, reaching out to gently tap the cool edge of the prism. When it turned, the rainbow darted across the white wood, scattering a tiny cloud of floating dust specks that glittered softly in the sun.