Stretching the Fingertips

Wait, my fingers actually twitch? One second I was locked in a dramatic crouch, and the next, I can actually feel the cool boards under my boots. I flex my hands, testing each joint, and give a tiny wave to the round pink buddy standing right in front of me. He just stares ahead with those big wide eyes, totally unbothered. I lean forward half an inch and give his smooth tummy a gentle tap with my index finger—firm and completely still. Okay, so I am definitely the one moving here. Good to know. Time to see what else these knees can do.