To the foot. On your knees. 🧎‍♂️
No rush — you know what’s coming.
Bow low, with purpose… press your face against the left sole 🦶 in quiet reverence.
The scent of presence, of raw devotion, fills the air as you inhale the right one deeply 😮‍💨
Slow. Intentional. Exactly how it should be.
Nothing else matters now.