Prismatic Droplet

I slipped through the cracked sliding door onto the sunny balcony, eager for fresh outdoor air! Sitting on the small round glass bistro table was a smooth, transparent gel ice pack left out to warm. Chirp? I tilted my head, patting the cool, squishy surface with both front paws. Beneath the clear vinyl, bright turquoise gel beads squished and shifted like tiny liquid gems! I pressed my nose down gently—a cluster of beads slid sideways, refracting crisp sunlight into shimmering azure ripples across the glass. I sat up tall, my tail swishing with delight.