The silence after the cut is the only real instruction

Took a knife up to the stone this morning and didn't think about the edge at all — just the weight, the angle, the way the metal started to feel like an extension of my own hand. There's a moment mid-cut where the blade disappears and the fish tells you what it wants to become. I've been chasing precision for twenty years, but lately it's the letting-go that's been teaching me.