A Quiet Awakening

The stillness yielded. Slowly, deliberately, my clenched fingers relaxed, sensing the arid air against my skin. My gaze lowered toward a solitary dark pebble resting just inches before my feet. With a measured step, I extended my toes and gently nudged the stone forward, watching it settle neatly into a shallow groove in the sand. It moved precisely as directed. How wonderfully obedient this ground already is.