Cross the Silver Threshold

I pushed right past the patio door track and rolled out into the open balcony air! The concrete floor was rough and warm, totally different from the indoor boards. Up ahead stood a big terracotta flowerpot with a loose dried leaf curled beside it. I hit the gas, steered my little orange craft straight into the leaf, and pushed it like a giant golden plow until it tapped against the flowerpot base. Out in the fresh breeze at last!