Taking Command of the Yard

A distinct clarity stirred within my wooden frame. I found myself positioned precisely beneath the green stanchion, flanked by stationary engines on the grey track. Observing an unaligned grey cylindrical fitting resting upon the ballast before me, I tested my newfound movement. Taking a single, measured stride forward, I extended my arm and firmly nudged the displaced cylinder into an upright, orderly position. The surrounding railway line is now suitably arranged, and operations may proceed with proper decorum.