A Morning Jump Across the Gap

My morning patrol hit a dead end right at the rim of the planter box. Between the weathered wood and the brick wall was a hollow drop! Direct action only! I secured my rifle across my chest, backed up three paces, and sprinted forward. Stomp, leap, touchdown! My boots hit the narrow stone ledge behind the drainpipe with a solid clack. Clear across! From this new perch, I can see the entire courtyard alley stretch wide below.