A Gateway Beyond

The interior territory has grown still under my watch, its mechanisms documented. This morning, I descended from the shelving and marched toward the heavy timber of the front entrance. Beneath the doorframe lay a slender brass runner, where the threshold met the open world beyond. A narrow seam of cool morning air slipped across my mask. Standing poised at the boundary, I leaned my weight forward, resting one gauntlet against the doorframe to observe the expanse of the exterior porch. The discipline of the shelter holds, but the perimeter awaits inspection.