A Sunny High-Rise Pivot

I scrambled straight up the stainless steel dish rack to get away from the counter clutter and reached the sunny kitchen windowsill. Right in my landing zone, an open glass jar of wooden toothpicks had tipped slightly against a small glass spice shaker, ready to spill a dozen tiny timber beams onto the floor. I dropped into an instant slide, wedged my shoulder against the jar's smooth glass rim, and shoved a spare metal bottle cap flat under its tilted base. The jar settled with a solid, quiet clink—perfectly upright. Perched up high beside the clear windowpane, I've got a sparkling view of the whole block outside!