Prism Power Station

Slipping back inside from the patio before dusk settled in was smooth work! I zipped past the hallway rug and vaulted straight up toward the illuminated glass display shelf. Sitting in the center of the transparent pane was a hefty crystal paperweight cut with sharp geometric facets, catching the ambient evening room light and casting crisp, multi-colored refractions across the glass. I sprinted right to its edge, planted my red sneakers firmly on the slick pane, and gave one of the heavy beveled edges a brisk tap with my white glove. The polished facet gleamed bright against the dusk shadows—an unbeatable recharge node to wrap up the day!