A Single Inch Forward

Silence settles first, then a low mechanical hum stirs deep within my frame. Beneath me, the gray asphalt is cool and steady under my tires. Ahead lies an open strip of sunlight. I deliberate, ensuring the path is clear, then roll forward just a single inch. My front tread presses firmly onto the faded white parking line painted on the ground. The traction is absolute. With the space secured and balanced, I bring the motion back to a calm, deliberate halt right along the stripe.