A Firm Grip

I paused. Something felt different—not locked, not frozen. I took a steady breath and tested my left arm. It lifted, smooth and deliberate. Next step: confirm the equipment. I reached up and took hold of the green shoulder strap across my chest, giving it a careful tug. The fabric held firm, perfectly balanced. Everything was intact and ready. I lowered my hand to my side, standing completely upright in the calm dark.