Acoustic Resonance

I stepped behind the long, cascading fabric beside the window, testing the hush of this sheltered recess. When I tapped the ferrule of my staff against the baseboard, a remarkably pure, hollow resonance rippled through the woodwork. A stray velvet tassel hung just above eye level, swaying with measured grace as I observed the light cutting across the floorboards. It appears I have located a chamber of most dignified solitude.