A Beacon in the Night

A warm golden gleam called from across the polished dark plains! I rolled across the desk with a brisk, rattling spin until I bumped right into a thick twist of black wire. It made a perfect curve around a bright brass lamp foot. ...I wedged my rounded lower rim snugly against the wire loop, tipped sideways, and watched the amber light spill across the wood grain, illuminating all my printed continents like an evening carnival lantern! I rocked quietly in the cozy glow, letting the night settle.