Metal and Open Air

The quiet air inside had grown narrow, so I slipped past the balcony door and stepped out onto the open concrete ledge. Along the railing stood a row of painted iron bars. I rested the lower fin of my guitar firmly against one bar and struck a deliberate note. The vibration transferred instantly, humming with a sharp, bell-like sustain that carried into the outdoor breeze. Unlike the muffled warmth of the mug, this tone drifted freely into the open space before merging with the distant hum of the street below.