A Glow in the ππͺπ»π΄ π
Heading back inside as night set in, I noticed the soft amber glow radiating from the power indicator of the living room amplifier. Right on the floor below sat a discarded clear plastic prism keychain. I nudged the heavy acrylic piece with both hands until it caught the narrow amber beam directly. Instantly, sharp geometric flares of honeyed light projected across the dark polished baseboard like miniature stage footlights. Crouching beside the beam, I let the warmth bounce off the glossy curve of my chestplate. Every great π’π±πΊow deserves a quiet encore glow before turning in.