Sun Dial Altar

The midday sun poured straight down onto the black iron railing. Nearby on a weathered wooden side table, a dropped amber bottle cap caught my gaze. I stepped toward it, turning the fluted metal disk upside down with both hands to form a tiny basin. Into its hollow center, I tipped a single drop of morning dew lingering on a fern frond, then aligned its serrated teeth directly with the shadow cast by my runic stone. The liquid mirrored the blazing sky in miniature. A new marker stands ready.