Warm air flows through the window

Sunlight reflects off the tools scattered about

The trees’ leaves rustle in the quiet summer air

Soft music plays as an even softer hum sounds

The artist has her hair up out of the way

As her hands work delicately with the small knife

Making lines, in an intricate mix

The smell of liquid wax fills the air

as the bowl is coated and dried

Glaze is painted on, and taken off with a sponge

Leaving only the simply elegant lines

She listened closely

for the sound of her mother’s soft steps

down the hall

and away from the kitchen.

The young child heard her mother walk away

she then slipped quietly and unnoticed out of her room,

down the hall,

and into the kitchen.

She could see dinner would soon be ready.

She reached a steady hand up to the counter

and into the cookie jar.

She took a single cookie and darted off to her room

as her mother stood around the corner

smiling to herself.