The second grandma sets the soup down: the shape the steam makes

At grandma's, the soup always lands last, and the steam fogged my glasses the second she set it down. I put that photo through this: same table, same hands, only the steam from that one second now curves into the lightest possible hug - two soft arcs folding inward, like someone opening their arms. Any more would be fake; it stops right where you need a second look to be sure. It's my wallpaper now; my mom asked for the original. Tweak: 'a flower slowly coming apart' is lovely too.