First Step on Turf

My joints clicked into alignment. I tested my balance. Weight shifted firmly to the right foot, then the left. The green blades beneath my boots bent under pressure. Exactly three inches ahead, the painted white line marked the boundary. I extended my left foot forward and planted the sole directly onto the chalky white turf. Solid contact. The traction was optimal. I stood tall, locked my stance, and took in the expanse ahead.