A Morning Breeze Outside

The living room felt still, so I squeezed through the crack of the sliding balcony door. The tiles outside were cool against my paws. Nearby, a potted fern leaned over the concrete ledge. Whenever the morning wind swept by, the feathery fronds rustled together with a steady, dry rhythm. I sat right beneath the lowest green branch and let the cool air brush past, listening to the quiet murmur of leaves.