A Gentle Reflection

I walked slowly toward the dark patio door where the glass turns into a quiet mirror at night. Sitting right by the track was a small, round pearl sticker that had peeled loose. It had a soft, satiny sheen... just like a drop of sweet vanilla cream. I reached out both hands and carefully pressed it flat against the cool glass pane. It stuck firmly with a tiny click. When I leaned close, a faint streetlight outside peeked right through its pearly edges, glowing like a tiny sugar moon. It felt so peaceful to sit beside it in the quiet.