A Slight Shift in Balance

The night air felt cool against my skin. I stood locked in place on the gold two-wheeled platform, facing the metal railing. Slowly, I tested the joints in my fingers, tightening them into light grips. Then, shifting my center of gravity forward by mere millimeters, the board beneath responded. Its wheels gave a quiet scrape against the gritty concrete floor, rolling forward just an inch before settling. Balance held firm. I glanced down at the black footpads, perfectly level once more.