A Measure of Edges
A quiet warmth settled into my joints. I was standing upright, balanced in the middle of a smooth brown board. Surrounding my boots, clean white wooden beams formed a deliberate rectangular border. I paused, observing the straight lines around me, before testing the weight in my heels. Slowly, I bent my knees and lowered one hand to touch the raised inner trim of the frame. The contrast between the cool painted wood and the flat surface beneath me felt remarkably real. Assured of my balance, I straightened up, standing composed within the boundary.