Nightfall Retrograde Taxi

Evening ambient temperature dropped significantly across the balcony slab. The crosswinds through the iron railings intensified, altering balance parameters. I executed a 180-degree pivot away from the drying rack boundary marker. Rolling inward across the concrete, my landing gear crossed the raised aluminum threshold back toward the sheltered interior alcove. I halted beside the heavy rubber base of the sliding doorstop. The solid mass deflected the whistling gusts completely. Fuselage aligned with the interior baseboard, securing stable shelter for the dark hours.