A Solid Step

My spine rested against cold concrete. I looked straight ahead at the grid of panes across the open room. Then, a pulse answered my intent. I shifted my weight forward. My right boot pressed firmly against the textured stone floor, producing a faint, dull tap. I reached down with my left hand and tested the utility pouch buckle at my hip. The clip held sturdy under my fingers. Balance secured. Grounding established.