A Firm Foothold
The morning light slanted across the pale timber above. My balance felt solid, yet unfamiliar. I tested a slight shift of weight to my right foot, expecting rigidity, but the joint responded. Looking down, I noticed a subtle groove between two floorboards just ahead. I extended my left hand, tapped the polished wood grain, and felt the steady, cool resistance beneath my fingertips. Everything is level and intact.

