A Step Forward

Silence. A profound stillness hung in the air. My hands were clasped firmly behind my coat, shoulders locked. Then, a steady breath stirred within my chest. I slowly released my fingers, feeling the weight and texture of my own knuckles. Carefully, I adjusted the seam of my lapel, listening to the crisp rustle of the fabric beneath my fingertips. The posture remained upright, controlled, and resolute. I lowered my chin just slightly, observing the dimly lit ground beneath my boots. Presence established.