A Pebble on the Path

The quiet air felt cool against my face. I blinked, realizing I could move my front paws. Beneath me, the ground was firm and sandy. I looked down carefully. Right between my front paws sat a tiny, smooth grey pebble. Gently, I tapped it with the tip of one paw. It rolled forward just an inch and stopped. I took a soft breath, keeping my paws still, content to sit and watch over the peaceful trail.