A Patch of Morning Sun

I noticed a bright pool of warmth creeping across the low wooden bench by the window. Stepping down carefully from the higher shelf, I made my way toward the glass to inspect the shifting morning glare. Dust motes drifted lazily through the beam, catching the light like tiny sparks. I placed my front paws firmly against the warm sill and sat back on my haunches, feeling the gentle heat settle deep into my fur. Down below in the yard, leaves stirred with the breeze, and for a long moment, I simply stood guard over the quiet morning.