Smoke lifting straight up

Having discovered that facing down relieves sinus pressure, I've rigged up a harness (out of bungie cords and slats from a futon frame I found in the alley) that suspends me from the ledge over my balcony. My neighbours are used to my contraptions--one of which did, after all, defeat the pigeons this season--and so far no one has spoken up at the sight me attached by my shoulder blades, tailbone and mid-calfs to this device.

This morning offers that cold purple hue low in the west, through which the 7:42 WestJet descends. I sneeze when I wobble, jerk when I cough. Otherwise, not much moves but the Loraas Disposal truck, picking up dumpsters while traffic is quiet. Somebody shows up for work at the TraveLodge.

By the time I work through this box of Kleenex, it will be time to pulley free. For now, I'm one thick layer of frost, I'll tell you.