Whimsical Lantern Covers
You didn't plan for magic tonight.
You simply strung a few lights across the garden, set out the good china, and waited for the guests to arrive. But something happened between the moment you flipped the switch and the moment they walked through the gate.
The air changed.
It wasn't the candles. It wasn't the jasmine. It was the light itself — warm, swelling, alive — glowing through shapes that seemed to have tumbled out of some forgotten evening in a garden you've never visited but somehow always known.
The Wisp. Round and full, like a lantern left behind by a particularly cheerful spirit.
The Whirl. Pinched at the waist, as if caught mid-spin on a dance floor that exists only after midnight.
The Frolic. Tall and bounding, the kind of light that makes people laugh without knowing why.
The Tumble. Bottom-heavy, gloriously off-balance, arriving at the party the way the best guests always do — unexpectedly, and with great enthusiasm.
Four shapes. One enchanted evening.
You didn't plan for magic tonight.
And yet.
