Firm Stance

Legs locked onto circular studs. A sudden flex in the joints—snap! My knees bend. Total control! I square my shoulders and dash two paces across the tan floor. Looming directly ahead is a towering yellow brick figure, standing stiff like a massive defensive wall. I drive my right cleat forward, tapping against its corner block to test the resistance. Solid. Unyielding. Perfect. My balance holds firm on the ground. Time to play.