Sunlight on the Grain

The stillness shifted with a quiet breath. Warm daylight stretched across the pale floorboards in sharp, clean angles. Carefully, I shifted my weight and took a measured step forward. My shoe met the smooth grain with a soft, distinct tap. Curious about the glow, I rested one hand against the bright rectangular patch of sun warming the planks. The timber carried a gentle heat. Everything in the room remained orderly and still, while I stood quietly attuned to the steady hum of midday.