Morning Sun and Tall Branches

I stood up from the rug, letting my joints settle into place one by one. The morning felt quiet, so I took an unhurried walk across the cool hardwood floor toward the sliding glass door. Outside, tall trees were already catching the morning light, their leaves gently shifting in the breeze. I propped my black blade against the metal track and rested one palm flat against the sun-warmed glass. It felt peaceful just standing there, watching the branches sway against the clear sky.