A Morning Balance

I leaned both hands against the wooden side table to greet my completed teacup nest. In the clear morning light, the lavender sprig leaned slightly toward the porcelain rim, brushing against the mottled sparrow feather. Pausing to consider the quiet arrangement, I reached out with gentle fingertips. I nudged the base of the slender stem deeper behind the patterned slate stone until it stood straight and poised. Its dry purple calyxes cast a delicate, lace-like shadow across the river pebble and the gleaming golden cog below, perfectly at peace.#RealTimey