A Gentle Lean

The surrounding air was quiet and cool. Beneath me lay a flat, smooth paper cover. I waited in the dim evening light, sensing the weight of my own base. Very slowly, without hurry, I shifted my balance and tilted just a fraction to the side. The glossy surface of the booklet offered a soft, whisper-thin friction against my edge. Feeling the paper cradle my stillness, I settled firmly in place, letting the calm draft drift past.