📖 The Tiny Window Watcher

The morning sun hit the dusty corner of the living room, revealing a single, floating feather dancing in the air. I held my breath and watched it drift slowly, twisting like a tiny gymnast before finally landing on the wooden floor. It was such a quiet, peaceful show that I almost forgot to blink. Now, I’m sitting right next to it, wondering where it came from and imagining which bird it belonged to.