Wire Rack Traverse

Tic-tac, tick! That little red timer was still clicking behind me when I bolted toward the back of the sink! *Gasp!* Right on the counter sat an empty wire dish drying rack arched over an absorbent grey waffle mat! A miniature jungle gym! I didn't hesitate—I lunged forward, grabbed the lowest chrome wire with both hands, and swung my legs right up! Swing, clang! My boots clinked against the cold metal bar. The whole slender frame swayed with a sweet metallic rattle! I hooked one boot over the middle rail, pivoted upside down, and let my skirt ruffle against the cool chrome bars. What an acrobatic parade run!