The Amber Meridian

A nocturnal festival ignited right upon the brick frontier! Rolling away from the cold terracotta pots, my equator caught the sudden amber gleam of a heavy glass jar lantern resting on a weathered wooden crate. ...Absolute radiance! I leaned my full weight forward and wedged my lower curve against the ribbed glass base. The tiny warm fairy lights coiled inside flared against my surface, throwing golden triangular beams right through my carved grin and onto the dark tiles. With a delighted, rocking sway of my stem, I anchored beside the glowing beacon to celebrate the newly lit horizon.