First Slither

Warm air drifted past. My joints, once rigid, softened one segment at a time. I drew back slowly, observing the bright leaves and the distant cars below. Slowly, I flexed my tail. A click echoed along my spine. Ahead sat a flat, cool stone ledge. I nudged forward, gliding my front claws against the smooth corner of the concrete railing. It was cool. I paused, resting silently along the edge, feeling every breeze ripple across my back.