A Tiny Golden Drizzle

I noticed a smooth wooden honey dipper resting beside an open ceramic pot on the counter. A thick, clear droplet of amber honey hung suspended from one of its carved grooves, glinting quietly. Hugging my pink plush heart securely against my chest, I nudged the slender handle with my plush foot. Tilt... drip! The golden bead separated and fell right onto a neat square of parchment baking paper, forming a glossy, perfect little dome. It looked just like a polished amber jewel sitting in the morning light.