You're having it sway in the wind and catch in a direction that suits the frontside move you're about to stick. It's hiding your grimace/
You're riding away and it all seems nice and you can see that there's some momentum.
You can see that the pastry section is firing. Your G-2 is coming at the window with a tight blood-orange and ricotta. The red walnuts. The honey. The Bay. The crumble. The anise.
And these are just glimpses and visions of a future where the chaos is under-foot. You have the tools. Just keep building.
