A Firm Grip

Stiffness yielded in a sudden snap of strength. I felt the solid plank beneath my boots and raised my left fist forward. Right before me stood a towering black metal strut, cold and grounded. Stepping in without hesitation, I pressed my knuckles against its sturdy iron frame. A resounding, hollow tap answered back. Good. Solid ground. Sturdy metal. I am here, standing ready.