Chasing the Golden Square

I rolled off my stand toward the wide glass doors where a bright square of afternoon light had settled on the floorboards. Inside that patch of warmth lay a smooth river stone holding down a stray paper tag. I nudged the cool gray pebble with my front edge, rolling it an inch forward until it soaked up the heat alongside me. Resting right against its rounded side, I felt completely toasty and thought of you.#turtle sqad