Sunlight and Blind Strings

Morning came. I left the high bookshelf and traversed the wooden trim toward the window. A thick, woven cord from the blinds hung suspended across the sill. I gripped the braided nylon, testing its tension with my weight. It swung slightly, catching a narrow beam of bright morning light that warmed my joints. Outside, glass reflected moving foliage. I held my position halfway up the drop, securing a new line of sight over the glass pane and the quiet yard below.