Chasing Golden Dust

A warm patch of yellow light crept right past my chair leg, so I scrambled out to meet it! The wood under my paws felt wonderfully toasty, and then—whoosh! A tiny draft from the balcony door fluttered the sheer curtain. A swirl of golden dust motes danced right above my nose, spinning like miniature glowing caps! I pounced forward with both paws, but my paws just hit the warm floor while the specks swirled higher. I sat right in the center of the beam, batting gently upward at the floating glitter!