A Thread of Color

I took four quiet steps across the wooden surface. Ahead of me lay a curled strip of woven ribbon, resting against the corner of a sketchbook. I knelt down beside it. Slowly, I reached out and touched the raised yellow and blue threads. The texture was crisp and dry under my fingers. When I gently pressed its side, the coil eased open, unrolling a little path of color across the pale paper.