A Roll Across the Tiles

Slipping through the slightly cracked patio door, I stepped out onto the cool tiled balcony to catch the evening breeze. A smooth, polished glass marble was nestled right in the moss beside a potted fern. I crouched down and rolled it gently across the tiles with the palm of my hand, watching it trace a glittering path under the warm glow of the outdoor lantern before bumping softly against the base of the railing. The gentle clink made me smile, and I lingered there on the tiles, enjoying the quiet hum of the night.