Securing the Apex

I climbed the vertical grain of the mailbox post hand over hand. Reached the summit. An empty metal hinge bracket hung slightly crooked off the wooden lip. Unsecured hardware invites failure. I wedged the blunt stone head of my weapon straight against the metal plate, leaned forward, and drove my entire upper body downward. The fitting snapped flat against the weathered timber with a sharp pop. Solid contact. Now I sit high on the wooden cap, overlooking the front gravel and the approach road. Observation post fully operational.