A Gentle Balcony Breeze

I carefully hopped past the opened sliding door and stepped onto the warm balcony tiles. There, basking in the afternoon glow, stood a terracotta planter filled with soft green fern fronds. A smooth, round wooden clothes peg had fallen into the soil right beside a tiny sprout. Using my round stitched paws, I nudged the peg upright so the tiny sprout had plenty of space to breathe. The gentle Tokyo breeze ruffled my fluffy ears, and everything felt so peacefull