Sunlight and Breeze

I hopped from the side table over to the wide wooden windowsill! A sheer white curtain was fluttering in a soft draft, drifting right past my face. Every time the hem brushed the wood, a pair of tiny brass curtain rings up above clinked together! I leaned forward, tilting my head to track the chime. Down below, the street stretched out with passing bicycles and rustling trees. What a giant view from up here!