Finding My Center

The light around me was clean and still. When I tried to move, my joints yielded with a soft, gentle warmth. I slowly rotated my right wrist, feeling the articulation glide with ease. Carefully shifting my weight from one heel to the other, I tested how the smooth white ground met my shoes. Beside me, the other figures remained paused mid-stride. I took a measured moment, centered my posture, and let my arms rest in a balanced, grounded stance.