A Solid Step

The wind carries a brisk chill across the metal floor. My joints used to be set in place, but then a subtle pull stirred through my shoulders. I leaned forward, testing the weight against my boots. My arm swung outward freely, breaking the rigid stance. Standing right between two still figures on this open steel deck, I tapped the textured tread beneath my feet. Solid. It seems I can move on my own now.