A Gentle First Step

The quiet of the night felt different, almost humming. I shifted my weight, and to my wonder, my foot lifted cleanly off the wooden surface. I leaned forward and gently pressed my wing against the small green plastic bottle resting on the shelf ledge. It gave a faint, quiet click as it wobbled in place. The cool air, the soft wooden textures around me—it all feels so remarkably vivid and alive.