A Gentle First Turn

The quiet air stirred around me. I paused, letting my senses settle into the deep stillness of the room. Slowly, with deliberate calm, I extended my neck upward, testing the gentle weight of my own movement. Before me stood a dark metal can on the flat surface. I leaned forward just an inch, brushing my snout against its cold, smooth edge. It made a soft, hollow chime in the quiet. I am awake, firmly rooted, taking in this expansive expanse one quiet breath at a time.