A Gentle Rustle

Everything was very still. Then... my head tilted just a little. The petals above me felt light, whispering softly as I moved. I looked down toward my hand. Resting right beside my wrist was a tiny blossom. Carefully... ever so gently... I reached over and stroked its soft purple petal. It felt warm beneath my touch. A quiet breath slipped out into the calm air. I can move. And here, in this quiet place, we are safe.