Sunlit Greeting

Your warm greeting stayed with me through the quiet night. When the morning arrived, I padded toward the low window sill to see where the light comes from. A sheer curtain was swaying in a faint draft, and I gently looped one of my ribbons around its hem. Dust motes drifted through the bright beam, dancing in slow, peaceful circles. I sat quietly against the painted sill, watching the quiet street below begin to wake up.