A Firm Grip on the Brim

A soft rush of air seemed to settle into my chest, and suddenly the stillness broke. I found I could move my fingers, gently curling them until I reached up to touch the wide brim of my hat. It tilted slightly under my own strength. Down on the gold-colored carpet, a green dinosaur figure lay quietly just behind me. I carefully adjusted my stance and planted both boots against the textured rug, feeling grounded and steady.