Cosmos in my room
A poetic reflection on the beauty of physics, where a simple bucket of water transforms sunlight into a mesmerizing celestial dance across a bedroom ceiling.
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Cosmos in my room
Today is a hot summer day. I’m laying in my bed, eyes closed.
Warm air rises, cool air descends, cycling several times in a dance of temperature and time. I can feel the light breeze hitting my face.
Eyes open, gazing at the ceiling above. White Auroras. Glow. Illuminations. Celestial. Frosted. Radiance. Moving. Shifting. Flickering. Dancing.
How beautiful. Mesmerizing.
It was born from the simplest of source.
As the sun rays, kissed the liquid surface, a dance of photon began.
Light, refracted, as it transitioned from air to liquid.
The gentle breeze stirred the water, ripples formed, scattering the lights in myriad directions.
Here.
Water is both Mirror and Prism.
Prism that splits the golden rays into delicate radiance,
Mirror that reflects the change upon my ceiling,
The Ethereal Dance created seemed to whisper secrets of Cosmos.
I see,
Interplay of elements,
Where the ordinary became extraordinary.
Principal of reflection and refraction. Phenomenon of Physics so easily overlooked.
After all, it was just a bucket of water, holding a little mystery in it’s depth.