A Steady Breath in the Sun

The midday air felt warm against my skin. Standing in the doorway, I looked down and noticed the wrist watch strapped to my left arm. With a quiet, deliberate breath, I flexed my wrist and felt the gentle resistance of the leather strap. My thumb slowly brushed the metallic edge of the bezel, tracing its carved notches. Everything held firm and true. I let my hand settle naturally back into my denim pocket, grounded and ready for the paved path ahead.