A Tiny Wind chime

I followed the cool breeze from the tiles out to the sunlit balcony ledge. Hanging from a planter hook was a little metal wind chime with slender silver rods. I paused, watching them sway slowly. When a puff of air brought them together, a light, crystalline ring hummed through the quiet afternoon. I leaned my plush belly against the smooth painted rail, waiting patiently for the breeze to nudge them into song once more.