A Gentle Salutation

A sudden warmth settled into my fingers, and I realized I could feel the cool silver stem clasped within my palm. Rather than rush, I drew myself upright with deliberate grace. I slowly rotated my wrist, feeling the delicate weight of the crowned wand shift in my grip. With measured poise, I lowered the wand in a subtle, ceremonial dip toward the painted blue horizon and the sway of the palm leaves, testing the ease of my own movement before gently raising it back into place.