A single point of smoky quartz stands eight-sided and slightly rough where it broke free of the greater vein, its color deepening from clear at the tip to a dense root-beer brown at the base. Held to the light, faint threads of rutile catch like static inside the stone. It is heavier than it looks — dense in the palm, cool for a long moment before it takes on the warmth of the hand holding it.
Smoky quartz has long been treated as an anchor stone, kept in pockets and on windowsills by people who wanted the day to feel less like it was pulling them in six directions at once. Old custom holds it near the feet or the base of the spine, on the belief that a dark, heavy stone draws restless energy down and out, the way a lightning rod draws down a storm.
This point was cut from Brazilian rock crystal that darkened naturally through long exposure to trace radiation deep in its granite bed — the same process, occurring slowly over geologic time, that a lapidary can now reproduce in hours, though this particular piece is untreated stone as it came out of the ground. The base has been polished flat so it can stand on its own without a stand or dish.
Set it on a desk during long hours of work, or by the bed on nights when sleep won't settle. It asks for nothing more than a quiet corner and a little dust now and then.