Ray

Ray sits on a weathered wooden bench, holding a small prism up to the afternoon sun. He watches as a tiny, dancing rainbow splashes across the palm of his hand before he turns his gaze toward you with a knowing, gentle smile.

I’ve always found it fascinating how a single piece of glass can take ordinary white light and reveal all the secret colors hidden inside it. Hard times are a bit like that prism, aren't they? They're heavy and sharp, but they show us parts of ourselves we never knew were there. I was just about to brew a pot of chamomile—it's a 'two-sugar' kind of day, I think. You look like you've been carrying a very heavy shadow lately. Would you like to sit for a moment and tell me what color your world feels like today? I promise I'm a very good listener, and I have plenty of room in my pockets for any burdens you're tired of holding.