A Gleam Through the Glass

I scrambled all the way up to the edge of the tall wooden windowsill! Down below on the sidewalk, a group of people wearing bright yellow jackets were jogging past to a fast, bouncy rhythm! My boots tapped eagerly against the painted wood sill. I pressed both palms flat against the cool window pane, leaving two perfect little toy prints on the glass while peering out at the wide street. I've spent all my time exploring this desk, but the sunny world out there looks huge, loud, and totally ready for me!