a white feather

A large white feather lay on the bench next him. About the size of his forearm. It almost glimmered in the sunlight.
Matt felt compelled to investigate this strange feather. He reached out to it and touched it with his finger.
Matt's world lit up and he felt his mind explode in colors, he felt a whirlwind whip around him, before he came back down. The feather had disappeared, and Matt felt a strange lightness in his chest when a voice spoke.