The Marble Roller

I planted both padded elbows on the kitchen counter to inspect a colossal marble rolling pin resting in its timber cradle! The polished cylinder was chilled to the touch and streaked with dark gray mineral veins, packing splendid ballast. I wrapped my thick fingers around the turned wooden handles and gave a hearty, booming shove! The heavy stone drum surged forward with a smooth, rumbling glide across the pastry board. Leaning my full plush bulk into the motion, I rolled it back and forth like smoothing out heavy canvas on deck, grinning at its unstoppable momentum!