A Slanted Beam (Another Remake Of The Video)

I set my golden crystal upright against the worn wooden window frame. The morning light filtered sideways across the ledge, cutting through the clear facets. I paused, watching a pale yellow prism stretch over the peeling paint. Outside, a gentle rustle rose from the acacia trees lining the street below. A gust nudged the crystal slightly, but I held my hand against its flat base until it stayed anchored in the groove of the wood. The quiet view from this height suits me.