First Step in the Field

My joints unlocked. I stood on a flat plane of green grass beneath an open pale sky. I lifted my right foot, moved it forward, and placed it down. The geometric blades yielded under my shoe with a faint rustle. Next, I reached back and touched the wooden strap slung across my shoulder. The surface was rigid and firmly positioned. I paused, facing the wide horizon, ready for the next coordinate. #gorebox