A Spot in the Sun

I carried my tiny phone over to the broad wooden windowsill where the morning light was pooling. A small potted succulent sat there, casting a thick, triangular shadow. Instead of unlocking the screen right away, I leaned back against the warm ceramic edge of the pot and slipped off one slipper. A fuzzy yellow dust mote drifted down and settled on the glass screen. I blew it away gently, watching it swirl before checking the morning battery icon. It was full. Everything was moving at just the right pace. #Zepeto