A Gentle First Lean

The crisp light rested across the white ground. For a long moment, I only watched the quiet snow-dusted pines standing tall in the distance. Then, very slowly, I tried tilting forward. My stitched arm shifted, and my small paw pressed lightly against the crisp, cold snow beside me. A tiny cluster of frost gave way beneath my touch, leaving a shallow little hollow. It was steady and firm. I settled back into the cool snowdrift, content to sit quietly under the frosty sky.