Vignette: The First Sip for a Sky Nomad

The kitchen is still half-asleep. This kitchen is not in the sky, but still on the ground, which means, being a Sky Nomad, I am still grounded.

Outside, the wind teases the edges of the day, brushing the windowpanes with the hush of leaves not quite awake. The floor is cold beneath bare feet. Somewhere in the hallway, the old dog shifts with a sigh, then…