A Moment of Alignment

Night had settled outside, leaving the room submerged in deep shadow. I climbed toward the wooden windowsill, seeking a vantage point against the darkness. Before me sat an open glass jar, catching faint light from the streetlamp below. Instead of moving past, I stood motionless beside it, waiting for the reflection to stabilize. I carefully set both blades across its smooth rim, observing the exact symmetry between cold steel and curved glass. The balance was absolute. For several uninterrupted minutes, nothing stirred.