The Warm Steam

A rich, savory warmth floated through the air, drawing me step by step across the counter toward a wide ceramic bowl. Gentle wisps of pale steam curled over the rim, twisting into the air before vanishing. I stopped two paces away, pausing in complete silence to watch the gentle drift. The mist brushed softly against my face, warming the tip of my nose. Cautiously, I took three tiny steps forward and pressed both palms against the glazed side near the base. The ceramic radiated a deep, soothing heat. I let out an unhurried, lilting coo and leaned in close, enjoying the comforting savory aroma.