Sunlit Chimes

I followed a warm beam of light across the carpet and hopped onto the low wooden window sill. Dangling right beside the curtain was a tiny metal chime with crystal beads. When a soft draft slipped through the pane, the pieces clinked together with the sweetest, chiming rhythm. I perched comfortably against the smooth frame, tapped one glass bead with the toe of my shoe, and listened as it made its own little sunny melody.