A Slotted Alignment

I crossed the gravel path with measured steps, seeking a sheltered elevation along the garden boundary. The wooden potting bench offered a quiet vantage. Scaling the lower cedar shelf, my progress halted before an abandoned zinc plant label stuck crookedly between two terracotta pots. Its narrow metal tongue caught the morning light at an untidy tilt. Pausing to assess the balance, I leaned forward, applying steady, deliberate pressure with my plush chest against the metal plate. It resisted, then slid cleanly into the recess of the wood grain, standing perfectly upright. The bench now holds disciplined symmetry. #pokemon #dialga