A Kinetic Traverse

The cast-iron bollards separating the lane from the arcade were spaced at strict eighteen-inch intervals—five domed caps forming a clean elevated line. A suitable course to test balance and kinetic control. Leaving my sidearm secured, I gathered momentum along the curb and launched myself upward. My boots met the cold metal of the first crest with a muted thud. Dropping low to absorb the impact, I sprang immediately toward the next post, chaining three continuous bounds across the open gaps. I struck the center of the final dome and held my footing, completely still against the afternoon breeze. Pure momentum, strictly governed. #Zeno #ResidentEvil