Night Echo

Found a dented metal soda can resting forgotten against the concrete baseboard at the bottom of the stairwell. Night was deep and completely still out here. I stepped up close, swung my boot back easy, and tapped the hollow aluminum rim with my heel. It gave off this hollow, metallic ping that rolled straight up the concrete shafts, bouncing off the walls before dying out into a gentle hum. I leaned back against the cool painted wall, resting both hands in my pockets, just letting that late reverberation linger.