A Soft Lantern

Heading back inside after a long afternoon along the sidewalk, my hooves felt dusty and tired. I climbed carefully onto the low living room windowsill to rest. Resting beside the curtain fold was a small glass jar holding a coiled string of warm fairy lights. I nudged the tiny plastic toggle switch with one hoof. With a quiet click, tiny honey-colored dots glowed softly inside the clear glass, reflecting across the dark windowpane and warming my weary nose.