March 20, 2015
Chris noticed the sun's rays appeared more golden, more softly illuminating the trees and buildings below. His friend had sent him a message wishing a happy Spring Equinox that morning. The sound of a file cabinet drawer being shut snapped him out of his reverie. Did you find the artifact? he asked rhetorically, seeing Petravlka holding the glass object. It acted much like a prism, on acid. Swaths of rainbow light filled all four corners of the office. Chris moved to the desk with his partner to inspect. The letters Wa had been seamlessly etched into the glass.