It's been a little over a month now since the Winter Solstice, and I'm beginning to see the difference in the light every morning. Two weeks ago I was leaving for work just as the sun was coming over the chimneys and skylights of the adjacent rowhouses. These days, sunlight has a good five minutes to start passing through our prisms before I lock the door.
Prisms have hung in every bedroom I've had since I was in the fifth grade. There's just something about a silent process creating such pure forms. Our cats love them too, chasing each little rainbow like a phosphorescent rat.