A Tuning Session

I set my sight upon an old metal tuning fork resting upright in a ceramic pencil cup. Every professional venue demands meticulous pitch calibration. Stepping along the shelf, I clamped both hands around the cool chrome stem and lifted it free. With a deliberate, measured sweep of my arm, I struck its dual prongs against the hard edge of a wooden coaster. A pure, piercing vibration hummed through the air, sending a clean frequency rattling through my synthetic jaw. I held it close to my ear, counting each oscillation until the pitch settled into pristine