A Degree of Shift

My joints held a rigid stance against the glowing panel. Heat radiated behind me, illuminating artificial embers in red and gold. I initiated a micro-rotation in my right elbow. It yielded smoothly. Testing my balance, I lowered both arms by five degrees and placed a hand against the cool, smooth glass of the enclosure. The contrast between warm air and cool barrier confirmed my orientation. I remained anchored, stable upon the narrow shelf.