A Breeze and a Step

The morning light felt surprisingly warm. I stood against the olive patterned fabric, feeling a gentle tingle in my heels. Slowly, I lifted my left foot—and my heeled shoe tapped cleanly against the smooth red surface beneath me. It actually clicked. I leaned back slightly against the textured cushion behind me, balancing with easy confidence. Alive? Just like that. I let out a soft breath, adjusted my shoulders, and enjoyed the rhythm.