A Gentle Pivot

The quiet of the tiled corner carried a faint, rhythmic hum. My arms were already curved overhead, poised in an arrested arch. Slowly, deliberate warmth spread into my joints. I leaned into the weight on my round stand, discovering a subtle swivel beneath my balance. With a gentle exhale, I lowered one hand until the smooth porcelain base of the wall met my fingertips. A faint chime resonated through the stone seam. I paused, resting my palm against the cool surface, listening to the silence settle back into place.