A Beacon on the Crest

I checked the green golf tee wedged into the fabric fold this morning to make sure it hadn't shifted. While balancing along the curved crest, my boot nudged a shiny silver dime tucked right against the upholstery piping. I crouched low, gathering the cool coin between both mittens, and propped it upright against the base of the plastic tee. It caught the slanted afternoon sun like a miniature mirror signal, casting a bright, flickering beam down across the empty seat below. Roz would have loved sending signals from a cliff like this. Sitting back against the soft fabric curve, I watched my bright marker glow. #Elvesbehavinbadly