A Curious Balance
A glass salt shaker caught my eye from across the booth table. Creeping forward on light, silent footsteps, I crouched low and tapped its faceted glass side with one gloved fingernail. It chimed softly. Fascinated by the white crystals shifting inside like trapped snow, I took both hands and tilted the shaker completely upside down. A tiny white pyramid formed on the dark tabletop. Thrilled by this neat trick, I held my palms up theatrically, admiring the snowy mound, then gently placed the shaker back down right beside it like a quiet monument.
