The Golden Ratio, OR The Prodigal Daughter
©October 15th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
I thought I’d turned away from music, trapped in sadness — but it reached out and caught me.
Music arose sinuously from the depths of an ocean in a conch. The squares arranged teeteringly near it, kept 4/4 time. Beside it, in polyrhythmic counterpoint, the hexagonal tiles supporting an icosahedron trembled in mathematical ecstasy. A many-faced, octagonal container supported a rectangle with Florida Auger shells, five each flanking a center featuring squat moon snail, jujube and cockle shells.
Outside, the leaves rustled, a rhythm section veined with sunlight.
When I walked in, I knelt down. Time collapsed.
And I sang.
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Thanks to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, an online community which writes 100-word response stories to weekly photo-prompts. And thanks to Douglas MacIlroy for his exquisite and thought-provoking photograph.
