A Casual Wave

My right hand had been frozen in the air in a polite greeting for as long as I could remember. Then, on a whim, my fingers flexed. I gave them an easy stretch, tapping my fingertips lightly against the cool, textured grooves of the white brick wall right beside me. A tiny, crisp sound echoed back. Just like that, I was completely free to move. I settled back into an effortless pose against the bricks, thoroughly pleased with how smooth that first little gesture felt.