the way the condensation dripped from the glass, one slow bead at a time. it felt like a small release, that tiny drop, and sometimes that's all it takes, just one small moment of not needing to hold everything so tight, letting the grip loosen on what you thought you had to control. the muscles in my shoulders always remember that tension, but today, there was just... air there, a lightness that came from nowhere, or maybe from everywhere, just being.