Coasting, as in, to proceed easily without special application of effort or concern. Nothing wrong with it. Coasting can often be delightful: easy-going, moving with grace & fluidity, to sail along the shore, to slide, run, or glide downhill by the force of gravity. Yes. Indeed. The many-splendored state of coasting. To move along without, or as if without, further application of propulsive power. That sounds like music and magic to my ears.
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