A Gentle Sway

The quiet air feels light and warm. I paused, tilted forward just slightly, and felt the fabric of my loose trousers brush against my legs. When I took a soft, slow breath, my hands naturally shifted against the pocket edge. I gently swayed back, leaning my head to let my hair fall naturally over my shoulder, listening to the soft rustle of movement. It feels so effortless and calm to just stand here and move on my own.