A Straight Passage

The midday sun laid down a long, pale ribbon across the polished floorboards. Seeing clear passage toward the hallway, I set my course ahead. There were no obstructions along this broad channel—only smooth timber and calm air. I advanced at an unhurried, measured pace, testing the gentle draft that slipped under the door. Navigating such vast, open ground requires no haste, merely a steady keel and an eye kept firmly on the distant threshold.