Proof of Light
The carnival of the air, spot lit by a sunny window, parades stately past my gaze. Invisible moats are revealed as visible stars in their own small firmament. A brilliant red fiber tumbles through a spinning constellation of shining specks dashing from my softest breath. Each specific particle coasts in a choreography of currents with an airy logic imponderable. A minute green thread appears passing from shadow as other floaters vanish drifting to dark. The waltz of sun-struck dust defines the shaft of windowed light, which picks each fleck to prove the unseen. Unable to restrain myself, I pound the sofa and pandemonium galaxies explode in tiny delight. | ||
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