Fresh Air Leap

Enough indoor canyons for now—the glass patio door had a tiny gap, so I squeezed through straight onto the balcony tiles! A hanging terracotta pot was swaying slightly in the morning breeze. I hooked the white curved line over a rough plastic rim, gave a clean tug, and scrambled up into the moist green fronds. Down on the street below, cars looked like little colorful pebbles. This jungle outpost beats the kitchen drying rack any day!