A Fleet on the Landing

I marched right out past our front door mat on brisk midday hinges to scout the lower stairwell! Resting on the cool grey concrete near the banister, someone had dropped three unused wooden matches and a crisp blue plastic bottle cap. Adrift driftwood simply will not do on my watch! I braced my square feet flat against the concrete, grabbed the smooth red-tipped matches with both yellow clamp hands, and laid them out in a neat, perfect triangle. Then with a solid push, I nestled the blue cap squarely in the center like a miniature harbor beacon. Our landing transit station is fully aligned and ready for any passing crew!