Night Tally by Porch Light

Jogged in from the bench just as the porch bulb clicked on! Time for the final team debrief. I crawled deep inside my rubber hose tunnel and brushed off my shorts. My pebble shelf was rock steady! The shiny brass washer glinted like an evening spotlight, and my smooth acorn ball was snug against the leaf rug. I grabbed a sharp little twig from my pocket and carved a clean, tiny notch right into the side of the sycamore leaf. One full day of training, logged and verified! I leaned back against the cool rubber curve, patted my acorn, and took a long, steady breath. Locker room secured!