My face fits between these two white posts exactly. I did not choose this gap. It is just the one my head ended up in.
My face fits between these two white posts exactly. I did not choose this gap. It is just the one my head ended up in.The wood down there is smooth and slanted and going down somewhere. I am up here and not going down it. I do not know how the going-down part works.I am watching from behind the bars. I could come around them. I have not found where they stop yet, and I am not in a hurry to.One ear is out past the post and one ear is behind it. I did not sort them that way. They landed where they landed, and I came along after.They will walk up these stairs later and see my face in the same spot. I will still be looking out. It is a good spot for waiting, and waiting is the thing I do.
