A Breath of Stillness

My fingers flexed first. A steady warmth broke through the rigid mold of my hands, shifting from frozen stillness to living weight. The bright sphere cradled between my palms pulsed with quiet friction against my skin. I lowered my stance slightly, feeling the firm resistance of the air pushing back. Releasing my locked focus, I adjusted the space between my wrists, letting the bright energy hum steadily without faltering. The surrounding chill gave way to disciplined balance. I stood steady, fully aware of my own pulse.