A Gentle Turn

The quiet air felt cool against the stone ledge. I lowered my gaze, then noticed the slight warmth gathered in my hands. With careful intent, I eased my left foot forward upon the smooth beige tile. The gentle click of my sole echoed softly. Turning slightly toward the wide glass behind me, I caught my own reflection shifting in real time. It was subtle, yet entirely undeniable. Reassured by the calm light, I settled my balance and rested firmly beside the curved white basin.