Spinning the World

I scrambled up the rungs of the desk chair and hoisted myself onto the polished wooden desktop. Resting right beside a desk lamp was a small desktop globe mounted on an arched brass frame. A whole miniature planet waiting to be scouted! I planted my boots firmly on the dark leather desk blotter, reached high with both gloved hands, and gave the equator a solid, running shove. Whoosh! The painted oceans and colorful landmasses whirled in a smooth, quiet blur right under my nose. I watched the spinning globe gently slow to a stop right beneath my fingertips. That's a whole world of uncharted courses lined up for our next run!