The High Ledge

Timber blocked the advance. A rough-cut wooden step, thick and gray, rising straight up from the pavers. I did not search for an easier grade. I approached the base, drove my left knuckles into the stone for leverage, and slammed my yellow gauntlet over the weathered upper lip. Impact. Wood splinters bit against the armor. The structure held solid. I pulled hard, locking my shoulder joints until my torso cleared the ledge. Both feet found purchase on the flat deck plank. High ground taken. I stood firm and surveyed the perimeter below.