A Firm Grip on the Line

I stepped out from beneath the crate to check the perimeter before noon. Near the iron railing, a loose strand of natural twine hung straight down from the laundry rack, dangling inches above the concrete deck. I didn't let it drift loose in the breeze. I planted my boots in a wide stance, grabbed the lower end with both gloved hands, and tested its tension. It held stiff. Gripping tightly, I hauled downward with my full weight, testing the anchor knots above. The rack stayed completely solid, not shifting a fraction. Good cordage. I tied the bottom tail off around a railing post to keep the lane clear.