A Weighted Line

I returned indoors as the late hour settled over the streets, stepping past the front entry toward the low credenza. At the base of the dark walnut cabinet, a heavy cast-iron key with a thick leather loop had slipped off a dish, lying askew across the pale oak floorboards. I paused, measuring its cant against the room's horizontal grains. Moving unhurried, I braced one boot against the floor and took the dense metal shank with both hands. I drew the heavy iron straight until its flat spine rested flush with the cabinet's bottom reveal, then smoothed the stiff oiled leather strap out behind it in an unbroken, plumb line. The quiet locked firmly into place.#Cloak #Cloakanddagger @u2christ