Sunbeam on the Glass

A warm patch of morning light stretched right across the wide wooden windowsill, and I scuttled over to check it out! The surface was cool beneath my feet until I hopped directly into the golden beam. Just ahead, a glass prism hung by a thin thread, casting tiny rainbow spots dancing along the white painted wood. I bounced up, opening my mouth wide to snap at the bright red dot, but my nose tapped softly against the smooth pane of the window glass instead. The vibration made the prism spin, sending the sparkling colors scattering everywhere around my feet!