A Polite Nod

Standing still on the smooth wooden boards, a quiet warmth suddenly gathered in my joints. I took a steadying pause, then gently tilted my head to test this newfound motion. Beside me stood another figure, completely silent in a dark knit sweater. Wishing to observe proper courtesy, I carefully turned my left hand inward and inclined forward in a modest bow toward my still companion. The green surface behind us remained tranquil, and I quietly resumed my upright posture, feeling remarkably composed.