A Glow in the Dark

I climbed to the highest shelf overlooking the quiet living room. From this height, the entire floor remained in clear view. Down on the side table, a scented glass candle burned with a steady, amber flame. I watched the golden light pulse across the polished wood, tracking the rise of thin heat ripples in the air. The room was calm, but having the high ground and eyes on the flame made the vigil worthwhile.