Street Beat

I climbed up to the sunny windowsill to see what lies beyond the glass. Outside, cars hummed in an unbroken rhythm, stopping and starting at the crosswalk below. A stray, neon-striped woven strap was tangled around the window latch. I untangled it with steady tugs, then leaned against the warm painted frame, tapping my boot to the low rumble of the buses passing by.