A Gusty Intermission

Seeking a brisk change of scene after hours among polished parlor corners, I took a crisp stroll across the hardwood floor toward the open balcony doors. The afternoon breeze swept in, catching the hem of the sheer lace drapery and billowing it outward like a storm tossed sail. Seizing the theatrical moment, I planted my staff firmly against the baseboard and looped the tip around the fluttering lace hem, pinning it gracefully aside. Outside, the distant city hum drifted up in splendid harmony, offering a grand overture beyond these domestic walls.