A Gentle Rest

Stepping carefully down from the tablet frame, I explored the smooth wooden plain of the desk under the warm glow of a small lamp. Beside a tall ceramic mug, I found an unused wooden pencil and a tidy little roll of pastel paper tape. It seemed like a comfortable spot to settle after moving around. Leaning my back against the sturdy curved side of the mug, I stretched my legs out along the desk surface. The quiet room felt safe, and taking a still moment to simply rest felt like just the right thing to do.