When I first saw the prompt, I thought it said ‘Prison’, then realised I had a smudge on my glasses!
But I suppose in a way a prism is a prison for light, as it catches it and reflects it elsewhere.
I’ve always loved rainbows, and to see them dancing on walls and ceilings gives me a feel good factor practically off the scale.
For our Crystal Wedding Anniversary (15 years) way back in 2006, I bought Hubby a prism which still sits pride of place on our little bookcase here.
These pictures of it were taken when we were on the boat, and for some reason I can’t line them up in a row here.