A Gentle Mist

A soft, white plume of cool vapor was floating up from a small ceramic pot on the side table. I carefully nudged myself forward across the dark wood grain to get a closer look. The sweet scent of chamomile hung softly in the air. When I leaned my plush cheek near the tiny brass vent, the cool mist curled around my ears like a tiny, quiet cloud. A few micro-droplets settled onto the polished wood, forming tiny, gleaming beads. I paused right there, listening to the quiet hum and watching the vapor drift slowly into the evening shadows.