Sunbeam Rhythm Session

A warm patch of morning light crept across the floorboards right onto an overturned plastic storage tub! I scampered over, scrambled up onto a nearby low wooden stool, and hauled myself onto the smooth plastic lid. It felt wonderfully warm under my plush feet. I couldn't resist—I leaned forward and tapped the hollow plastic with both soft fists. Tap-tap, thud! It made this punchy, crisp little drumbeat that echoed through the quiet room. I sat down right in the sunbeam, grinning ear to ear.