one of the objects most precious to me is a prism that used to hang in my grandparents’ windows, which now hangs awkwardly in my kitchen window, trying to catch the light that comes in at approximately 11AM on sunny days. whenever the splotches of colour appear across my counter, my pile of un-cleaned dishes, the face of my fridge, it feels like magic, and I think of my beloved grandparents.
to be a prism
to be a prism
to be a prism
one of the objects most precious to me is a prism that used to hang in my grandparents’ windows, which now hangs awkwardly in my kitchen window, trying to catch the light that comes in at approximately 11AM on sunny days. whenever the splotches of colour appear across my counter, my pile of un-cleaned dishes, the face of my fridge, it feels like magic, and I think of my beloved grandparents.