Finding My Balance

My joints loosened from cold rigidity. I felt the weight in my heels and tested my stance against the diamond-plated steel beneath my boots. Facing forward alongside the figures frozen beside me, I reached out my right hand and lightly pressed my knuckles against the cold metal door frame of the elevator shaft. The iron was solid, real, and cool against my skin. My grip tightened, steadying my posture without shifting an inch from my mark. I am grounded, prepared, and in control.