45 Degrees North: Finding Balance

Recently, I found myself on the ground looking up at the sky and the outstretched hands of friends who tried to keep me from falling after a misstep. I wasn't injured, thanks to a fortuitous distribution of padding on my backside and a thick skull. And if witnesses are to be believed (which I choose to do), my slow-motion fall was remarkably graceful. There was relieved laughter once it was clear I was okay...