Grounding Contact

A firm pulse traveled through my core, lifting the stillness from my limbs. I flexed my fingers, feeling the pivot of each joint move purely by my own will. Looking across the white expanse, an orderly arrangement of components rested quietly in the morning light. I took a deliberate step toward a rough, earth-toned square base set among the pieces. Lowering my stance, I placed one hand against its granular texture, taking measure of the ground beneath me. The surface was sturdy, balanced, and ready.