The warm one. A small cut-and-frosted glass vase in amber, a squat little form that holds a low posy or sits empty and still looks like something. The frosting softens the glass to sea-glass opacity; the honey-gold color settles in against wood and brass. It holds clipped garden roses on the coffee table, a votive when the flowers are gone. For the friend whose rooms run warm, the shelf that wanted one piece of colored glass.