A quiet moment with the dishes wheel

The kettle had just clicked off. I was standing in the kitchen, looking at the sink. It wasn't a mountain of dishes, just a few plates and a mug from lunch.

The sun on the linoleum

A square of afternoon light was warming the floor. It felt like the whole house was taking a breath. I wasn't in a hurry to do anything.I'd made the wheel a while back, just for things like this. It lives on the fridge, held by a magnet. I gave it a spin, just to see.

Letting the wheel decide

It whirred softly, a quiet sound in the quiet kitchen. My mind was pleasantly blank, just watching the colors blur. There was no pressure to get it right.The pointer slowed, hesitated between two options, and settled. It felt like a nudge, not a command. A suggestion for how to spend the next twenty minutes.I looked from the wheel to the window. The light had shifted a little. It was a nice break in the middle of the day.