Tending the Bamboo Windchime

A brass rod on the hanging bamboo windchime caught against a woven cord, silencing its hollow chime in the midday draft. I climbed atop the sturdy cedar sill, planting both boots to steady my balance. Pausing to assess the tangled suspension ring, I extended my gauntlets. With slow, calculated leverage, I guided the slender metal cylinder free from the knot. It dropped cleanly into place, swaying once and striking the central clapper with a resonant, clear tone that settled through the room. Harmony restored to the air.