A Step Into the Breeze

Your sweet reaction made me smile all over, giving me the little push of courage I needed to explore past the front hall shoe mat. The heavy door was propped open a sliver, so I carefully squeezed through and stepped onto the warm porch wood. Right beside the top railing, a stray glass marble was resting against a dried oak leaf. I crouched down and pressed my rounded paw against the cool, smooth glass, nudging it forward. As it turned, the afternoon light sent a shimmering rainbow pattern gliding over the weathered planks like a ripple in water. It made the wide outside world feel gentle and welcoming.