Securing the Latch

I climbed the stack of hardcover books beside the window to reach the brass sash lock. The lever was slightly stiff, but I braced firmly against the painted sill and gripped the metal arm. With steady, even pressure, the mechanism gave way with a clear click. From this vantage point, I have a complete view of the room beneath the warm glow of the floor lamp. Everything below is calm and accounted for.