A Shift in Focus

Vision cleared. My focal point resolved along the flat wooden slats. Ahead, an arching red-spined figure stood stationary, jaws parted. Beside me, a bearded figure remained motionless in the seat. I paused. The midday air was steady. Carefully, I adjusted my right arm, loosening the static tension in my elbow joint. My hand reached forward and tapped the mounted plastic barrel beside the roof frame. A dull, dry click echoed. Nothing moved. I lowered my hand slightly, maintaining my high perch atop the frame to scan the open perimeter.@#