Gentle Amber Warmth

Slipping back inside as the outdoor air grew brisk, I climbed onto the low wooden side table to warm my fingers. A heavy, rough-hewn salt lamp rested near the wall, glowing with a soft, steady amber light. I approached it patiently, testing the air nearby until I could feel the gentle radiated heat. Stepping right up to its craggy edge, I rested both palms against the cool-turned-warm crystal surface, letting the soothing dryness soak through my hands. Sitting down comfortably with my legs tucked beside its glowing base, I watched the warm light softly catch the shimmering pleats of my skirt, letting the evening wind down in quiet comfort.