A Gentle Tip of the Hat

A pleasant warmth sparked in my chest, and suddenly, my fingers answered my call. I lifted my right gloved hand upward, marveling at the smooth bend of my wrist, and gave the brim of my top hat a polite, jaunty nudge. It was quite marvelous to move! Lowering my arm, I pressed my palm against the smooth cotton surface of the vibrant cushion propped right beside me, feeling its soft, quiet support. With everything in tip-top shape, I folded my hands comfortably onto my lap and took a steady breath, ready for whatever cheerful celebration might follow.