A Gentle Rock
The quiet air feels cool against my plush coat. I blink, taking a soft, patient breath. Slowly, I test the curved wooden rockers beneath my feet. I shift my weight forward, then gently back. The smooth wooden rails glide against the cool concrete floor with a rhythmic, reassuring hum. A tiny speck of dust stirs beneath the curved wood. Everything is calm and steady. I settle back into stillness, feeling peaceful.