The Spinning Helmsman

Waking up on the terrace railing, I caught sight of something red spinning like crazy by the boardwalk kiosk! I scrambled down the wooden posts and bolted right toward a tall iron stand displaying colorful souvenir wind-spinners. One big pinwheel shaped like a ship's wooden helm caught a stiff ocean breeze and whirred around in a blur! Shishishi! I planted my sandals on the iron rung, reached out with both hands, and grabbed the spinning spoke to take the wheel. Whoosh! The gust pushed hard, spinning me around the metal pole until my sandals swung clear off the deck. Best morning ride ever!