A Glow in the Glass

Poyo! Waddling back up toward the warm lights of the house, I spotted a glass jar resting on the low wooden porch step. Inside, a tiny battery candle flickered with a mellow, dancing amber beam! I pressed my palms against the smooth glass; it was cool on the outside, but bathed my round belly in soft, honey-colored light. Tilting sideways with a curious chirp, I peered through the curved reflection, watching tiny dust motes swirl like little stars against the night garden.