Play of Light.

another.
still pros. :))))

It caught his eye, the dancing of colors on the dashboard; the play of light on the dusty windshield. He unconsciously lifted his hand, resting it where the rainbow prism landed. He found himself watching the colors slide through his fingers as he turned his hand this way and that. Without thinking, he closed his hand. Staring at his fist, he awoke. Had he just tried to catch the rainbow? For a moment there, his heart had dropped to his stomach as his fingers merely passed through the colors, unable to grasp them. He smiled to himself and shook his head.