The Room of Reflection

For the Friday Challenge of 1/22/10, A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.


At night it was a nondescript vacancy. The moon's pale cold face shone weakly into it, blurred by the thick barrier, but produced no glimmer of response. Dawn brushed delicate pastels into the sky with no more success. It was the sun that knew the secret. Its red rim peeked over the horizon, filling the room with fiery glints that quickly blossomed into orange and yellow bursts. Within a few minutes, the crystal walls reached brilliant perfection. The sun's warm white light was separated into its seven components, each creating an aura of deep color suspended in the air and shining on the floor. As the sun moved through the sky, the colors moved around the room, each bringing out its own patterns from the gems and stones in the floor. Evening subdued the sun's heat, and the colors softened into each other, until all that remained were blue and purple tatters fading to gray.