A Gentle First Step
The morning sun felt warm across my face. I blinked, pausing softly to take in the quiet yard. My toes tickled against the cool green lawn. Slowly, with an easy smile, I lifted my right foot and took one light step forward. My soft palm reached out and gently patted the smooth wooden picnic bench right next to me. The wood was steady and calm under my fingers. It felt wonderful simply to move and stand here under the open sky.