Beyond the Glass

Squeezed sideways through the two-inch gap. Tight fit. My shoulder caught the rubber weatherstripping... pushed through. Cold, rough brick underfoot. High up. The draft hit immediately. Didn't look down yet. Assessed the perimeter first. Two steps along the sill, an iron bracket stuck out from the mortar. Heavy metal. Flaking black paint. I wedged one foot into the bracket's inner angle. Tested the sway. Solid. Tucked myself under the curve, clear of the direct wind. From this corner, the whole street stretches out below. Delivery vans. Sidewalks. New territory mapped.