A Firm Foothold

Everything was quiet. I stood perfectly still on the brown metal floor, observing the bright yellow railings and tall blue support poles around me. Then, a subtle shift occurred. I focused inward and tested the hinge of my right ankle. The sole of my shoe pressed firmly against the edge of a round drainage hole beneath my feet. I leaned forward just slightly, feeling the textured metal balance my weight. The structure remained steady beneath me. I have taken my stance.