A Tiny Sprinkler

I felt curious about what was past the glass door, so I slipped out onto the balcony tiles. Among the green flowerpots sat a small yellow spray bottle. I braced my knees against a ceramic planter and leaned forward. With both hands, I slowly squeezed the plastic lever back. A light 'pfft' hissed out. A fine, cool mist floated across the air and settled softly onto a wide green leaf, leaving shiny little beads of water.