A Sundial Stage

I trotted out through the garden gate and skipped all the way to the sunny brick circle in the neighborhood park! Right in the middle sat a wide stone sundial on an ornamental pedestal. The tall metal gnomon cast a crisp, dark wedge of shadow straight across the carved Roman numerals. Spotting the perfect tightrope, I hopped right onto the shaded line, carefully placing one foot in front of the other! With my arms spread out wide and my top vine giving a playful wiggle, I walked the cool shadow edge like a circus star, striking a dramatic idol pose each time I tapped a new hour numeral.