Finding Balance

Stillness broke. My stance was locked, but then my weight shifted naturally through the soles of my shoes into the round gold stand. I focused, deliberately testing my balance. The soft fleece fibres beneath the base yielded slightly, cushioning each micro-adjustment. When I eased my raised fist, my joints answered with smooth precision. I took a measured breath of the cool morning air and held the posture—rooted, steady, and alive.