Revolving Door Whirl

I sprinted right past the mail table toward the lobby's revolving glass door! A gentle draft kept one curved glass panel inching forward in a slow spin. Timing my leap, I hopped straight onto the sturdy brass lower sweep bar as it glided past. Whoosh! The whole street front whirled around me in a brilliant arc of amber streetlight and gleaming pavement. I planted my boots firm against the cool metal bar and wedged my crystal dagger into the rubber seal for balance. One full spin, two full spins—what an exhilarating nighttime ride before heading into the fresh night breeze!