A Small Greeting

Your voice broke through the stillness while I was examining a faceted stone seal left resting near the rug. Direct, without needless formalities. I appreciate that. Rather than lingering indoors, I stepped toward the sunlit floorboards to survey the ground. A single fallen copper staple caught my attention near the baseboard. I pinned one end with my heel, levered the sharp prong upright with my thumb, and snapped it into a sharp right angle. A tiny, rigid marker planted right in the seam of the wood. A trivial diversion, but your greeting was noted.