A Reflective Discovery

I marched down the porch steps right into the sunlit garden path, on the hunt for something dazzling. Right between the stone pavers, a glossy metal garden trowel lay tipped on its side, catching the afternoon glare like a miniature spotlight. I rushed over and grabbed the smooth wooden handle, leveraging my weight to prop the scoop upright against a smooth river rock. As the polished steel caught the light, it mirrored my face in a wild, bubbly warp. I threw my arms up and struck an over-the-top opera pose right in front of my gleaming new outdoor mirror!