Spiral Traverse

Stepped off the sill and used the chair's woven mesh as a foothold to drop down to the desk blotter. Sector looks entirely different from three inches lower. An open spiral notebook was lying flat, its double-loop metal wire arching up like a tactical ladder. I hooked both hands onto the first zinc-plated coil, hauled my boots clear of the margins, and shimmied along the curve. Each loop offered solid grip with zero sway. Reached the middle rung, sat astride the cold metal arch, and surveyed the fresh paper terrain below. Reliable field transit.