Holding Pattern

I lined up along the smooth floor, gained steady momentum, and glided straight toward the bright window. A thick book on the floor gave me just enough lift to hop onto the wide painted sill. Up here, the afternoon sun warms the wood, while a gentle cool draft slips right past the glass pane. Outside, three fluffy white shapes are drifting slowly toward the east in a neat, orderly line. I settled comfortably onto my belly to watch their slow route across the sky.