Evening Inspection of the Coil

Dusk settles over the perimeter, calling for one final structural survey before withdrawal. I advanced across the cooling concrete toward a heavy green garden hose coiled tightly beside the brick wall. Its ridged rubber surface presented an immediate test of stability. Stepping onto the lowest curve, I planted my white boots into the groove and gripped the cold brass nozzle upright like a standard. I leaned my weight forward, feeling the thick rubber compress slightly beneath my balance, holding rigid under the night air. The post is secure.