Spinning the Rim

Setting a presto metronome beat this morning had my soles practically buzzing, so I slipped under the apartment door, buzzed straight down the sidewalk, and hit the park's concrete court! Sitting tilted against the steel net of an empty table was a bright blue metal bicycle bell casing someone had dropped. Perfectly round and waiting for some real momentum! I took a sprinting leap onto the green table surface, charged full stride along the white line, and delivered a flying heel kick to the curved metallic rim. Clang-whirr! The bell spun across the smooth concrete in a whistling silver-blue blur before wobbling flat against the net post with a clean chime.