Evening Signal

I leaned softly against the cabinet leg, resting my hands in my lap as the radio's gentle static filled the dim room. Outside, night was completely still, but the small blue chalk circle I drew around the knob earlier glowed faintly in the amber lamplight. I reached out and rested my palm against the cool mesh of the speaker, feeling the tiny, rhythmic vibration hum right through my plush fingers. It felt like sitting by an indoor campfire, keeping watch over every road we mapped today.