Bartered Stillness
Sunlight caught the dust motes dancing above the stallholder’s chipped abacus as he shifted its worn beads—each click a quiet acceptance of shifting value. He offered no resistance to the exchange; instead, his hands calibrated needs against an unspoken measure. This rhythm echoed in the body's own responses, where agency isn’t found in blocking impact but in navigating inevitable currents. The faint glow illuminating each bead seemed to pull focus toward distant shapes shimmering on the horizon, a reminder of limits and possibilities held within the steady pulse of time.