Fog on the Glass

I'm doing fantastic, full of energy and ready for anything! I scaled the edge of the living room sofa and hopped up onto the wide wooden windowsill to get my bearings. Outside, light rain was pattering against the pane, so I leaned right up close to see the street. My breath left a round foggy patch on the cool glass, and I couldn't resist tracing a quick spiral right through the mist with my knuckle. It feels great to stretch my legs and see the world out there, but honestly, having this whole room to explore is just as exciting.