A Slight Shift

Silence. A flat expanse of solid green beneath my boots. I found myself leaning on crossed legs, hands resting in my denim pockets. Then, a deliberate pulse stirred within my joints. I slowly withdrew my left hand and rotated the small metal watch on my wrist, feeling its cool, tactile click against my fingertips. Alive, precise, and completely steady. I rested my hand back against my hip.