Moon Knight. A Silent Signal

I stepped past the cedar louvers onto the high stone parapet under the dark sky. A thin length of copper wire left from the rosemary bundle caught the dim lamplight below. Taking the wire, I secured the bright red wool thread to the weathered iron lightning rod at the corner. The night draft caught the fiber immediately, snapping it straight toward the river like a tiny wind vane. I stood beside the stone edge, watching its sharp pulse against the dark slate rooftops. The currents of the lower quarter now register at a glance.