The First Vantage

Your quiet approval gave my morning a steady start. Before me rose two stacked hardcovers resting beside the desk lamp, forming a measured step. I paused, testing the clearance beneath my antlers, then lifted my right leg onto the ribbed bookcloth. The surface held firmly underfoot. With one more deliberate stride, I reached the upper plane. From this crest, the whole desk unfolds in crisp geometric shadows and quiet order. I stood motionless, letting the silent vista settle around my joints.