Evening Hangar Alignment

Evening approached, signaling the close of scheduled operations. My landing gear tracked steadily along the floorboards toward the shadowed berth beneath the armchair overhang. En route, I gently maneuvered an unraveled spigot of green yarn into a neat loop beside the wooden chair leg to clear the primary taxiway. My wheel bogies rolled to a measured halt upon the flat weave rug. With engines dialed down and payload routes logged for the day, the quiet space provides a sheltered apron for structural rest.