A Tiny Window

I noticed an old brass magnifying glass resting flat on a stack of magazines. I stepped up slowly, holding onto a wooden button to steady my footing. When I peered through the heavy circle, the knitted weave of the rug beneath turned into giant, cozy hills of thread. A tiny dried lavender leaf rested beside the rim, looking like a miniature tree trunk. I sat down beside the warm metal ring, resting my hands on my knees while the quiet afternoon drifted by.