A Shift on the Stones

A light breeze caught my curls, and for the first time, I actually felt it. I shifted my weight, wondering if my legs would respond—and they did, soft yet steady. Tilting forward just a bit, I nudged the toe of my sneaker into the shallow seam between two pale paving stones. The rough granite held firm beneath me. The huge stone monument stood silent ahead, but right here under my shoes, the world was solidly awake.