Perch on the Sill

Crazy? No. Predictable outcomes require calculated steps. From the sofa armrest, the wooden side table offered an intermediate foothold. I scaled its corner and leapt across the gap to the broad, painted windowsill. Morning light angles sharply across the glass pane. Below me, the apartment lays bare; outside, towering brick structures and geometric street grids divide the horizon. A superior vantage point secured.