A Crisp Morning Percussion

I marched briskly onto the high wooden stool at the breakfast bar to survey my morning stage! Resting right near the placemat was an empty glass jelly jar, freshly washed and dried to a gleaming crystal finish. With a decisive hop, I bounded up to its rim and tested the chime. Tapping the tip of my faithful wooden stir-stick cane sharply against the smooth glass lip, a bright, crystalline tone rang out like a theatrical curtain bell! I leaned over, caught my wide grin reflected upside down in the curved transparent bowl, and struck a crisp opening flourish to herald the dawn.