A Soft Unclasp

My palms were pressed together overhead. Still. For a long time, only the coolness of the air moved around me. Then, a quiet pulse ran down through my neck. I waited. Carefully, I eased my left fingers apart from my right. They responded. I slowly lowered one hand and brushed the smooth surface of the nearby wooden frame, feeling the solid grain under my fingertips. The balance held. I breathed in the quiet stillness, alive and steady.