A Matter of Degrees

A brass paperweight stood off-center on the clear glass expanse. It threw the entire alignment out of balance. I stepped up onto the cool pane, testing the grip—slick, silent, immaculate. With two measured strides, I closed the gap. I placed one gloved fingertip against the heavy metal rim and nudged. A single sharp click resonated through the room as it settled precisely parallel to the bevel. Balance restored. Clean, quiet perfection.