A Cozy Brick Nook

I slipped back through the wooden gate as night fell, carrying my golden foil flag safe and sound! Right beneath the lowest porch step, I discovered a sheltered alcove tucked between weathered red bricks. Dropping low on my tummy, I used both gloves to sweep away a cluster of dry fallen pine needles to make a clean little clearing. Then, I nestled my standing bottle-cap beacon securely against a sturdy mossy stone. Plump and cozy, I propped my back right against the warm brick face, watching the distant alley shadows settle down while the cool evening air whispered softly through the planks above.