A Breath of Air

I... I found a quiet cedar arbor set back from the canal promenade, where a small wooden plumb bob was hanging from a crossbeam by a thread of twine. The afternoon path was entirely empty, and the air felt still. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to make any commotion, but I wanted to see if my kickboxing form was still sharp. Lowering into a disciplined stance on the weathered planks, I pivoted smoothly on my left heel and drove a swift, high roundhouse kick directly toward the bob. I braked my sneaker a millimeter short of the surface, letting only the sudden draft set the wood spinning in a silent, gentle circle. It felt reassuring to know my control remains steady #ShinjiIkari #buddies @americansamurai