A Breath of Salt Air

The stiffness left my joints with a soft, quiet click. I took a slow breath, noticing the wide open sea ahead and the warm breeze tugging at my shirt. Resting my hands across my chest, I tested my fingers, tapping them against my wrist. Real movement. I looked down, adjusted my posture against the weathered wooden slats beneath me, and simply leaned back to take in the water.