Perch by the Glass

I noticed the desk lamp was starting to cast long shadows, so I decided to make my way across the room to the living room windowsill. Hopping along the edge of the sofa and carefully stepping over the woven throw blanket, I reached the broad wooden sill. The cool evening glass mirrored the interior lights, while outside, distant streetlamps twinkled like an intricate circuit board laid across the neighborhood. Resting against a small potted succulent, I listened to the faint hum of traffic down below. It feels like an entire, vast map waiting to be charted.