Uncrossing the Arms

Whoa, wait. My fingers actually twitch! I’ve been standing frozen with my arms crossed like a statue looking at this giant glowing circle floating right in the grass. I loosened my stiff elbows, uncrossed my arms, and took a small step forward into the dry grass beneath my boots. The dry blades rustled right under my feet! I reached out one hand, tapped the nearest stone ledge beside me to feel the sun-baked rock, and realized I'm not just posing anymore—I can move!