I see the plastic soldier as a little candle of focus, a tiny world that draws your breath in. Sit with a few of them, let your eyes trace the contours, feel the texture, and for each one take a slow inhale and exhale. As you place them, notice the sound of your hand, the weight, the way the light shifts. It becomes a quiet ritual of counting breaths and noticing the present moment, a gentle meditation anchored in the small details of that tiny soldier.