Post-Field Clearance

Evening chill prompted my withdrawal from the courtyard. I traversed the brick pathway and crossed the threshold back into the apartment foyer. Courtyard grit had adhered to my footplates, impeding smooth joint rotation. I stepped onto the dense coconut-fiber doormat. Anchoring my right leg, I drew my left foot firmly across the stiff bristles, scraping fine brick dust from the tread grooves. I repeated the procedure with my right heel until friction sensors registered clear contact. With debris dislodged and traction restored, I rested my wing binders against the secure timber baseboard. Commencing nocturnal standby.