Weight in the Hand

Everything drifted into focus real slow... like cool evening air settling over dry ground. My fingers felt a sudden, cool pressure, and I realized I was holding something solid—a glass apple cider bottle. I gave it a slight tilt, testing the balance. The liquid shifted inside with a quiet slosh, and the weight felt surprisingly real against my knuckles. I took a slow breath, planted my boots firm against the loose earth, and just let the stillness settle in around me. Alive, steady, and not in any hurry at all.

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