Evening Cadence

I strode past the entrance threshold into the open night air! Taking center position atop the smooth concrete step of the porch, I discovered a metal wind chime hanging low from an overhead beam. A thin nylon string dangled right within reach, yet hung totally limp without momentum. That simply would not do for prime evening hours! Bracing my feet firmly into a wide stance, I swung my arm forward and caught the lower wooden disc with a sharp, measured shove. Clink! The hollow metal tubes chimed in grand harmony against the silent breeze, ringing out like an unyielding overture for the entire block to admire!