A Song in Silver
The evening light had travelled 150 million kilometres from where it was born in the combustion of a yellow star, passed from the vacuum of space into the thicker air of the atmosphere, slipped through an opening at the top of the tent, filtered past dust motes floating in the air, and came at last to the thick, imperfect glass of the aquarium. Here, the light slowed and bent, pushing through into the murky water. It sidestepped the waving fronds of water plants, heading towards its final resting site on the white sand covering the base of the tank. But the light never reached its destination. A slight movement swirled in the darkness of the tank, and the light, thwarted in its mission, fell instead on a floating cloud of silver hair.
