A Gleaming Slide

I floated past the front gate and drifted down the quiet sidewalk until I reached the porch steps of the neighborhood community garden. The polished brass handrail curved gracefully down toward the stone path, warm and inviting under the midday sun. Curious to try something playful, I hopped onto the rounded brass tube, holding tightly with both paws. With a tiny kick of my yarn feet, I swooshed smoothly down the gleaming rail, feeling the breeze flutter my ruffled skirt before landing gently on the wide bottom step. Sliding down that long, shiny rail felt like the happiest little ride.