Night Sightline

A rigid aluminum blind blocked the lower line of sight at the sill. I mounted the timber ledge and wedged both gauntlets between the bottom slats. Heavy resistance along the braided nylon cord. I planted my boots and drove downward with unyielding mass. The lower slat bent under the torque, locking into a clean horizontal aperture. Through the glass, amber streetlights wash over empty asphalt. No movement in the outer sector. Sightline secured. Watch established.