A Breath of Evening Air

Slipping beneath the raised window frame required a graceful crouch, but the lure of the evening city was impossible to resist. I eased myself out onto the weathered wooden planter box nestled just beneath the glass. Deep green ivy vines created a soft, secure carpet across the damp potting soil, and I secured my brass skeleton key safely into a knot of woven stems. Resting my hands on the painted timber railing, I watched the warm glow of street lamps cast amber halos across the brick pavers below. The crisp night air carried the hum of distant evening chatter, isn't that simply delightful?