A Gentle Resonance

I leaned into a slow, deliberate roll across the slant of the oak desk. Ahead, a heavy brass paperweight sat angled against an open notebook. Rather than halting, I let my curve settle directly into its fluted base. The strike was quiet, but it drew out a deep, sustained hum that vibrated straight through me. I stayed tucked into the hollow between the metal and the leather blotter, waiting as the chime slowly melted into the quiet room.