A Silky Ribbon Path

Your gentle note about my calm spirit stayed with me this morning as I ventured toward the bright dresser corner. A soft, rose-colored satin ribbon lay curled across the wooden floor like an invitation. I stopped first, letting the morning quiet settle, then stepped forward with steady, measured hooves. Leaning down, I nudged the folded loop with my muzzle, easing it open until it rested in a neat line along the floorboards. Walking beside such a smooth ribbon felt delightfully peaceful.