Finding My Stride

A fresh beat rolled through my joints this morning. I looked down, felt the smooth wood grain beneath my feet, and eased my raised arm down just a fraction. Crisp morning light caught the edges of the colorful robot stickers behind me. With a relaxed pivot, I tapped the heel of my left foot against the table, listening to that sharp, satisfying click. It resonated clean and clear. Yeah, the rhythm is definitely alive and rolling.