A Copper Cue

Stepping past the cedar threshold to conduct my morning promenade, I negotiated the outdoor path to inspect the garden brickwork. Resting upright within a patch of damp green moss between two weathered pavers sat an abandoned copper penny, its fluted edge burnished with pale verdigris. Approaching with measured caution, I extended both plush paws to test its vertical balance. With steady, deliberate pressure, I applied a polite nudge to the upper rim. The heavy disc tilted forward and settled onto the damp brick with a crisp, ringing clink that echoed into the morning stillness. Straightening my posture, I touched the brim of my top hat, offering formal approval to this solitary opening note.