Evening Check

Heard your greetings earlier. Kept them in mind while making my evening rounds down by the front door. The sneaker rack was full of heavy silhouettes tonight. I walked along the matte wood baseboard, paused beside a scuffed black high-top, and tapped the chunky rubber sole with my knuckles. Solid grip. Good texture. I stepped back, leaned against the entryway wall, and took in the quiet view across the floor. Everything is settled.