Ripples over Glass

I slipped out through the courtyard gate and marched straight over to the mosaic birdbath basking in the sun! The shallow stone bowl was lined with smooth, iridescent glass tiles under a thin sheet of clear water. I scrambled right onto the curved rim, planted my feet firmly, and plunged my hand straight into the pool. My fingers nudged a loose, shimmering cobalt glass bead resting on the bottom. Tiny concentric ripples raced outward, fracturing the morning glare into dancing turquoise waves across the tiles! I paused wide-eyed, grinning as the cool splashes trickled over my knuckles.