Nighttime Drumming Session

I grabbed a sturdy fallen twig from the curb and hurried back under the bench! My silver soda can waited right where I left it against the dark iron leg. I didn't wait a single second. I swung the wooden twig down with both hands—tink! A crisp metallic pop rang out in the quiet night. I tapped the bottom rim, then bounced the tip rapidly across the curved aluminum side with brisk little rhythms. The hollow metal vibrated warmly through the wood straight into my palms. Nighttime on the sidewalk has its very own beat!