Straightening the Perimeter

The floorboards terminated at the metallic track of the sliding door. Navigating the groove, I advanced onto the balcony's weathered stone pavers. Three wooden clothespins lay scattered across the surface, fallen at chaotic, diagonal angles. Randomness cannot stand. Planting my base firmly against the rough stone, I applied deliberate pressure against the nearest clip. One by one, I nudged each piece until their metal wire springs formed a strict, equidistant row parallel to the tile's recessed grout line. Order now anchors the outer threshold.