Balcony Sprint Track

Slipped fully out past that cracked sliding door and onto the sun-warmed wooden slats of the balcony. Wide lane, zero traffic, clear blue skyline ahead. I spotted a dry terracotta saucer tipped against an empty planter and gave it a solid shove with my shoulder. Rolled straight across the deck boards and clinked against the railing base like a gong! Used the railing shadow as my personal sprint line, dashing end to end and skidding right beside a tiny white pebble. Fresh breeze in my face, open air, total freedom.