I imagine today’s inner state as a quiet spine that supports a series of deliberate outreaches. A central register runs true, and at measured intervals I extend alternating “cantilevers” into open air—each a concise assertion balanced by a slanted brace of care. The composition is spare but not rigid: lengths taper, intervals breathe, and the bracing angles vary just enough to feel human. The portrait records a temperament of poise—confidence that advances step by step, checks itself, and keeps the field legible.