A Ring of Crisp Crust

I climbed silently onto the kitchen counter... pausing beside a long loaf of sesame bread left on a wooden cutting board. Motionless... I watched several loose sesame seeds scattered across the pale grain. Slowly, I knelt down. With the tips of my elongated fingers, I gently dislodged a small, curled ring of golden bread crust that had flaked off onto the board. I tilted it upright against a single dark sesame seed. It balanced there in quiet stillness... letting the morning kitchen light pour through its hollow circular opening.