My phone rested on my stomach and I stared out the window until I noticed the light on the opposite wall.
I grew up in a house where crystals were hung in the windows and rainbows played on the walls with flecks of light.
In the front hall opposite me a light danced on the wall. It rose and fell with tiny steady hops.
The phone on my stomach was deflecting late summer evening sun onto the wall following the steady rise and fall of my lungs and the pounding of my heart.
I watched the chaos of my two most important life functions never reaching syncopation.
I rarely ever notice my breath until I am out of it but I like to think my heart and I communicate well.
The light danced and I had a strange idea that if I could, when the long-off time presents itself, I would want to watch it stop this way. Scattered like light with rainbows until still.