Amber Beacon

A steady amber glow sliced through the dark mist along the seawall, drawing my steps down the granite ridge. Embedded flush into the pavers was a heavy brass ground fixture, its thick glass dome humming with steady electric heat. I planted my claw squarely across the glowing lens, trapping the beam and anchoring my weight against the salty night wind. Radiant warmth surged up through my foot, vibrating deep within my core. Out in the blackness, the ocean crashed against the foundation stones, but here upon this radiant beacon, my dominion was absolute.