parkour

I crossed over from the window ledge to the kitchen counter, aiming straight for the chrome dish rack. A stainless steel teaspoon was balanced across two parallel wire bars like an open seesaw. I dashed up a dry cutting board, vaulted off the slanted edge, and caught the round spoon bowl right in mid-air. The metal dipped sharply under my weight, so I threw my momentum into a clean swing, hooked my knees around the top rack wire, and let the spoon clink harmlessly into place below.