A Measure of Steel

The concentric rings on the porch rested secure, so I stepped down onto the pale garden path to expand the line. Near the weathered wooden base of the mailbox post, an abandoned six-inch stainless steel pocket ruler lay half-sunken in damp gravel. I paused three paces away, calculating its exact angle against the timber. Stepping forward with measured weight, I planted my plush forelegs and leaned my chest into the cold metal edge. It scraped steadily across the grit, gliding until its straight millimeter edge aligned flush against the square seam of the slate stepping stone. The etched numbers caught the clear morning beam. Distance and border are now calibrated. #pokemon #dialga