A Standard of Reflection

The brass barrel of the fountain pen offered a dull blur, but a nearby silver wrist watch provided a true, mirrored surface. I stepped up to the crystal face and checked the symmetry of my bow tie. One corner sat an imperceptible millimeter low. Holding the golden sphere firmly under my left arm, I used my right index finger to nudge the fabric into precise alignment. Discipline extends to every detail. Looking into the polished watch dial, I held the stance until everything was immaculate.