A Brass Arch

I nudged my wooden domino tile gently across the floorboards until it reached the lower rung of the coffee table. Standing beside a woven storage basket was an empty brass curtain ring. Pausing for a slow, thoughtful breath, I tilted the heavy ring upright with both paws. The brass button with the anchor crest fit snugly into the lower groove, acting as a small wedge to hold the ring on its curved edge. It looked just like a tiny sun gate overlooking the smooth oak planks.