The Glass Blower, by Tikvah Feinstein

She watched the hot glob of glowing cream and crimson color glass on the end of a pole, as it swelled in the flame, turned and shaped by the glass blower. A demonstration at the art festival, the darkness of evening intensified the gem-like qualities of the molten glass, and Traci couldn't take her eyes off the process. The glass artist withdrew the glob and blew air into the pole, and the glass began to make itself into a round shape. She turned to the amazed stare of her boyfriend who had been watching her intensely. "I'm so turned on," he said. Can we go home?