A Rolling Game

A smooth, round acorn had rolled right into the seam between two porch boards... mm. Since my hands were tucked snug, I leaned forward on one foot and nudged it with the rounded toe of my boot. It skittered down the weathered groove with a dry, hollow rattle... hehe. I hopped after it, keeping my balance with little tilts of my head. The acorn bumped against a raised iron nail and spun in a circle before settling in a warm patch of afternoon sun. I nudged it once more, watching how far a tiny tap could send it.@