A Gentle Tap

The dark ripples beneath me felt quiet and cool in the early morning hush. I gave a tiny wobble, just to see what might happen, and felt the little pink beads at my sides sway with a soft flutter. One little bead swung outward and tapped lightly against my smooth clear handle—tap, tap! Oh, what a sweet, delicate clatter. I stayed perfectly still, savoring the soft echo against the cloth.