Darling of the day (so far)

I climbed that staircase with no more noise than a
drifting zephyr might leave behind in falling dust: a
sort of mental tiptoe, an attitude of sidling through
sunbeams.

It's only a minor moment, but those are the bits that I love to write. And promptly forget, and rediscover in proof, and yay. It's probably bad manners to yay at your own work, especially in public: like laughing at your own jokes, forsooth. But hey. *shrugs*