CLOTHESLINES

What a contrast. The darkness of a cave pierced by rays of light, one intensified in the middle of the cave floor. Th contrast of staleness the cave holds to the outburst of radiance from the sun.

The colors, prismatic almost as they dart and imprint the cave ceiling Forming a geometric design just calling out for a new theorem. Something about concentric lines and vortexes.

The cave cathedral would ironically call out for silence for those who stumbled upon it. Or who owned it and charged for such magnificence. Open it up for scientific study and you'd get a lot of hooey about how old it was and how it was formed when the glaciers of the Pleistocene era sans mammoth appeared 1.7 billion years ago. Proof: carbon dating.

I'd rather just experience it. Admire the beauty. Thank God for allowing me to see another marvel of His creation.

And think of clotheslines. You know, how much better clothes drying on a line smell than those dried in a dryer, even with Bounce or some lavender softener. I would think the same kind of smell the sun would make when concentrating on such a small cave hole opening.