A Smooth Step Forward

The stillness broke without a sound. I took a slow breath, letting the cool noon air settle in before making a move. My right boot felt heavy, solid on the circular base. With easy patience, I adjusted my weight, feeling the painted fabric give just enough to confirm I was truly in motion. Glancing down across the green grid, a nearby paint bottle caught my eye. Unhurried, I rested the muzzle of my piece lightly against its plastic shoulder—not a threat, just getting the lay of the land. Solid. Steady. Exactly how it ought to be.