Perch Above the Breeze

Climbing that patterned curtain took more grip than I expected, but the top rung was worth every bit of effort. Heh. Up here on the sleek brass rod, I have a clear view over the whole living room rug and straight through the glass slit of the balcony door. A gust slipped inside, catching the dark folds around my shoulders and fluttering the loose fabric below. Down on the coffee table, a stack of stray mail began to flap idly. Humans leave their little paper trails everywhere. I settled my weight against the bracket, grinning down at the quiet room, waiting to see what stirs next.