A warm patch

The back door stood slightly open... so I stepped outside, one slow foot after the other. Out in the garden, the noon air felt wide... and very quiet. Right in the green grass, a wide, flat stepping stone was basking in the sun, smooth and warm. I paused... tilting my head, listening to the soft rustle of garden leaves. Then, carefully, I climbed on top and lay down flat on my back, stretching my rounded arms wide against the baked slate. Mmm... so warm against my back. I watched a fluffy cloud drift by, just resting and feeling the cozy heat sink in.