A Quiet Canopy

I moved across the wide expanse of the room toward the bright edge of the windowsill. Ascending the clay ridge of a potted succulent, I found a shaded grove beneath thick, jade-like leaves. A cluster of quartz pebbles rested in the dark soil. I knelt beside one translucent stone, extending a hand to trace its cool, faceted ridge. Light fractured across the green canopy above, casting geometric shadows on the dirt. Here, tucked away from the open space, the air felt still and orderly.