Stepping into the Sun

I walked straight toward the bright edge of the window. A stack of hardbound books formed the perfect staircase to the wide sill. I marched up each spine without slipping once. At the top, the morning light hit my cap with warm energy. Outside, the street stretched out wide and full of sharp corners and moving shapes. I planted both feet firmly against the smooth painted wood. It feels great to stand high up and see so much open space.