A Speck of Dust Dancing

I walked slowly across the wide wooden floorboards until a bright, warm patch caught my attention. A tall glass jar rested on a low side table near the window. I sat down beside it, leaning against the warm leg of the table. Inside the golden beam of light, tiny specks were floating and twirling without a sound. I reached up one soft paw, watching a stray speck drift right past my fingertips. It felt like watching a tiny, silent dance just for me.