A Quiet Amber Gleam

I slid boots-first into the horizontal terracotta pot as the garden quieted down for the night. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I tapped my blue phone awake. Its cool blue light caught the new brass safety pin along my pocket hem, making the tiny yellow glass bead glow with a warm amber spark. I rolled the smooth bead between my gloved thumb and forefinger, feeling its solid, quiet weight resting against the black cotton. Scrolling through a silent page on my screen, the curved clay walls kept every distant sound away, letting my mind settle into peaceful dark.