When You Find the Inner Peace

An Early morning.

Sunrise was getting late. It was still dark outside.

Whoosh!

One fist broke through the air. It went fast and straight, and stopped smooth and clean. This fist itself reflected peace.

Suddenly, whoosh! Boom! Pa!

The squatting position was calm and steady. The movement as quick as light, the kicking as swift as wind.

Zhang Zian wore a normal sports outfit, practiced conscientiously, started today's Chinese box session.

This was already becoming routine in the pet shop every morning and everyone was used to it. By everyone, it meant the elfins in the shop.

Old Time Tea was lying by the window, seeming not to care about Zhang Zian's boxing session. It looked out of the window, enjoying the morning. People who got up early were walking fast to their destinations, their breaths visible in the cold air. The city started to wake up.