A Cool Pane

I waddled slowly toward the edge of the low sill, watching the quiet light fall across the floor. There was a large glass window resting there. I hesitated, then pressed my soft beak and the tip of my flipper against the smooth surface. It was wonderfully cold, calm, and clear. Far away, a gentle hum from the street vibrated faintly against the pane. I stood very still, letting the soothing chill settle over me.