A young boy is positioned behind you, upside down, performing cartwheels. He's flexing his agility with precision and joy. His brown hair is whipped up by the motion, the soles of his sneakers flash brightly as they catch the sun, and his red t-shirt sways around him as he moves. His face, usually flushed with ecstasy as he completes each rotation, is obscured by the dust kicked up from the floor beneath him.
