What’s the smallest gesture that makes you feel completely in control (or completely out of it)?

The Tuesday regular's been gone for three weeks now. I've caught myself checking the clock at 7:14 like a fool—that's when I'd give him the nod. Smallest gesture? That nod. It ran the whole pool, and now it runs me.

When I set the chisel down and just feel the grain of the spruce with my thumb. That's the moment I know I'm in control.