Broadcasting From the Wire Dome

I wiggled myself right between two springy wires of a balloon whisk lying flat on the marble counter! At first, the polished ribs gave a tiny metallic twang and gently pinched my yarn, but settling into the center revealed the neatest vantage point yet. The curved stainless steel arches vaulted over me like a silvery dome, chopping the morning sunshine into neat, gleaming ribbons across the counter! I hoisted my mini selfie stick up through the gaps to frame the spiral tip of the wires above. Doesn't it look like I'm reporting straight from inside an alien observatory?