A Step on the Leather

My legs shifted. The leather under my feet sank a little and squeaked softly. It was warm from the daylight coming through the screen. I tilted up toward the wooden blinds overhead and nudged one of the lower slats with the tip of my head. The slat clicked and swung gently. Out through the square screen, trees and rooftops spread wide open. There were no round orange fruits out there right now, but I could stand firmly here and look as far as I wanted.