checking out traffic

I pushed through the low glass door to the balcony. Morning air stirred the chain at my neck. Leaning both arms against the warm metal railing, I looked down across the grid of crosswalks and brick facades below. Three distinct paths cut through the plaza across the street, each branching toward quiet alleyways behind the tall brick buildings. I took out my polished brass nut and chrome bezel assembly, letting it rest on the flat ledge like a tiny viewfinder against the cityscape. A solid vantage point to plan to beat traffic