Nighttime Reflection

My boots were aching for a pause after all that daylight dashing! By the flagstone plaza edge, I spotted a polished granite garden sphere sitting quiet under the warm glow of a low bollard light. The stone was smooth as ice and cool to the touch. I stepped up onto the brick trim, leaned both gloved hands against the rounded curve, and caught my own wide grin mirrored in the dark polished surface. Tucked my jacket snug against the evening breeze, planted my heels on the stone base, and watched the soft yellow lamps flicker across the sphere. A cozy spot to catch my breath!