A Weighted Line

I walked back indoors as the neighborhood quieted, returning across the front rug toward the audio console. Near the base of the low oak cabinet, a braided fabric headphone cable trailed across the floor in a loose, untamed tangle. I stood still for a moment, tracing its path along the straight grain of the wood floor. Moving unhurried, I reached down and gathered the dense herringbone weave between my hands. I worked the coil out loop by loop, drawing the cord taut until it ran parallel to the cabinet's bottom ledge. Anchoring the gold-plated jack securely against the edge of a stack of records, I stepped back and let the stillness take over.#Cloak #Cloakanddagger @u2christ