Clearing the Vantage

I braced my shoulder against a heavy stone paperweight and shoved it two inches across the wooden sill. Hmph. No need to apologize for scrambled words earlier—and as for that blue hedgehog, you won't hear me defending him. All flash, zero discipline. The lower shelf wasn't broad enough, so I scaled the desk and claimed the wide window ledge instead. Out past the glass, the driveway and the front path stretch wide open. I planted my boots into the painted sill and rested my fists on the stone. This post is locked down.