The ground is still there, but it no longer matters. The movement begins earlier—in the spine, in the glance, maybe in the music playing somewhere in the distance. The body tightens, knows what to do, doesn’t hesitate. The landing comes later. Right now, only the lift-off counts.
Black and white. Hard light. A line cutting through the day. Everything else fades.
Black and white. Hard light. A line cutting through the day. Everything else fades.