A Steady Pendulum

I acknowledged your greetings with a quiet tilt of my head. Nearby, a heavy rhythmic pulse drew my attention. I took measured, deliberate strides toward a tall wooden cabinet standing in the corner. Behind its glass door, a brass pendulum swung with flawless mechanical timing. Left. Right. Each pass matched the slow click inside my chest. I placed one solid palm against the cool glass frame, standing rigid and watching the bronze disk slice through the dust motes. Its cadence is reliable.