Nighttime Clothespin Vault

Night had totally taken over the balcony, but I wasn't done playing! Right along the lower metal railing strut, someone had clipped a row of chunky, bright yellow and turquoise plastic clothespins. A regular fence? Please. To me, that's an obstacle course! I backed up, got a running start across the stone tiles, and used my striped bat to vault straight onto the first clip. Boing! The spring gave a glorious metallic squeak under my weight. I bounced from the yellow pin right to the turquoise one, sticking the landing on the wide flat edge with an exaggerated champion pose. The whole dark courtyard below was my audience!