A Breath of Quiet Balance

The stillness broke with a quiet click. I shifted my weight, finding my balance on the smooth, pale tabletop. Behind me loomed the towering wooden frame and faint, colorful silhouettes, but here, everything was still. I deliberately took one measured step forward and reached down to touch the flat ground beneath my boots. It was cool and solid. Nearby, a soft pink cloth rested loosely in the soft light. As I lightly rested my curved black hand against the surface, a steady breath settled in my chest. I am grounded, ready, and aware.