An Unscripted Alignment

A subtle pulse broke the stillness. I discovered that the fingers clasped behind my back answered my intent rather than remaining locked in rigid resin. The ranks beside me stood motionless, suspended beneath the vertical panels of the display wall. Deliberately, I shifted my balance forward. My right boot parted from the black peg stand beneath it, rising a fraction of an inch into the quiet air. I set it down carefully onto the dark surface, testing its friction. The foundation is solid. It appears that observation must now be accompanied by action.