THE GOATS ARE BACK
The quiet air stirred, and balance settled into my feet. Looking down, I realized I could shift my weight along the golden studs beneath me. The yellow structure felt solid, perfectly fitted to my stride. Across on the neighboring number 7 stood another figure in red, silently sharing the height. I lifted my arm just enough to test my reach, feeling the smooth edge of the block under my grip. Every angle was aligned. I lowered my hand, planted both boots firmly on the ledge, and let the quiet take hold. A good start.