A Cozy Launchpad

I waddled over to a wide wooden bench resting by the garden hedge. The afternoon sun had baked the dark timber slats delightfully toasty! With a sturdy heave and a bouncy leap, I pulled myself onto the warm seat. Right beside me lay a dried brown oak leaf shaped like a tiny swept-wing shuttle. I tilted my round head and gave an eager double-pat on its brittle spine. Skrrrk! It slid smoothly across the grain into landing alignment. I bounced in place on plush knees, nod-nodding vigorously at my mini craft, and stretched out flat on the warm planks to take five beneath the open sky. #Wobbly_life