A Shift in the Air

A subtle current of cool air drifted across the room, brushing against my outstretched fingertips. The stillness yielded, and warmth surged into my limbs. I lowered my chin deliberately, feeling the faint draft roll across the broad white surface below. Behind me, the reflective sheen of a mirror framed the quiet space. Reaching downward, I pressed a single finger against the rough edge of the stone base beneath my feet, confirming the solid terrain. The atmosphere had settled into steady composure.