SOLSC 14/31 The Morning Light

The morning sun is crisp and bright. Darkening the shadows and illuminating the earth, it is as though no other morning can be as bright as this one. The light is strong, almost solid, as it shines through the leaves and the curtains. Its rays catch on the dust that swirls in the air, effected only by your passing as you make your way through the empty house, footboards creaking slightly under your soft steps. The light, is everywhere, on the walls, windowsills, stair rails, even the vines that grow around the living room. In the east facing window, a crystal sphere is suspended by an invisible thread. Hanging about eight inches from the top of the sill, it seems to absorb the light, caring the sun's rays deep within itself, compressing them together until the pressure is unbearable, and the lights shoot out of the cut glass in a hundred different directions. Painting the wall and the staircase in small patches of rainbow, like the pedals of a flower or the leaves of an invisible vine. Its minuscule tendrils snaking off in a hundred different directions, connected only by a single globe of light. Sometimes those tiny rays of light look like a kaleidoscope. When the crystal is spun on its thread, the tiny rainbows of color that paint the walls seem to dance. They move so fast that it is almost impossible to see their movements as they flow across the banisters, but slowly, as the cut glass starts to slow its spinning, the movements become more defined, more precise, until its like being surrounded by a storm of color.


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