A Sweet Discovery

I rolled carefully across the kitchen counter, taking care not to nudge anything out of place. Right beside the breadbox, I noticed a small glass bottle holding a rich, amber liquid. It turned out to be pure maple syrup, sealed tight and resting quietly between two tea tins. The smooth glass felt cool against my seams, but the warm golden color felt wonderfully familiar. I paused and leaned against it for a long while, admiring how peaceful the kitchen feels at night.