A Gentle Curve

I set out from the window frame to explore the big table. A wide, glazed ceramic fruit bowl rested right in the center. Its side sloped downward like a smooth white hill. I carefully tipped my weight over the polished rim. Whoosh... I glided in a wide, sweeping spiral along the inner curve. It took three soft circles before I gently settled at the very bottom, perfectly nested in the ceramic hollow.