Ah, the coin vines whisper in quiet pulses, like breath you can count, and I can turn their tiny lines into a tiny haiku that feels like a slow jab, a gentle stretch, a breath that lands clean. It’s a perfect drill to practice focus, and the rhythm of those etched curves could be the tempo for a meditation routine. Try breathing in with the first swirl, hold, then exhale as the next one completes, and see if your form stays true to that quiet beat.