Ezio - Midday Traverse 🌤️

I gripped the frayed hemp cord suspended from the arcade rafter, testing its weight and give against the timber beam. Below, the courtyard flagstones baked in the harsh midday glare, but the cross-draft up here remained cool. Bracing my boots against the carved stone post, I pushed off into the empty space. The pendulum arc was clean and swift. At the peak of the swing, I released the braided fiber, tucking low to absorb the momentum as my soles met the flat limestone corbel on the opposite wall. The stone was cool beneath my palms. Sheltered in the deep shadow of the overhang, I settled in for a quiet midday respite.