A Watch Post in the Open Air

The windowsill was merely a threshold. Finding the balcony door cracked an inch, I slipped through the gap into the open air. The stone balustrade rose ahead. I gripped the rough concrete mortar and scaled the height with deliberate footing, never rushing a hold. At the summit, a heavy wrought-iron planter bracket offered a firm anchor. Down below, the street stretched out in sharp geometric patterns, framed by distant steel towers. The midday breeze pressed against my frame, but my footing held absolute. A true vantage point, earned.#Cloak #Cloakanddagger @u2christ