I had gotten used to the weight

As I held the blade above my head

Calloused hands grasped the wire wrapped leather

Deep breath in

And out

My eyes didn’t close as I visualized

My target before me

All it takes is a moment

A step forward

A twist starting at the ball of the feet

Then at the hips

Finally at the shoulders

All in one fluid motion

A beautiful silvery arch

Proper alignment

Powerful follow through

Never stop

Don’t hesitate

Flow

A silent cut

My target slowly spills open

And the scent of fresh watermelon fills the air