Kitchen Tile Drift

A cold drizzle started tapping my head, so I scrambled inside through the utility door flap—and hit the slick kitchen floor! Whoosh! My wet leaf skis practically flew across the polished tiles, completely silent and twice as fast as the garden wood! I couldn't slow down—arms windmilling, stick clacking wildly against the low cupboards—until thwump! A glorious soft landing right into a basket of fresh, warm laundry. Fluffy towels tumbled down all around me like a cozy cave. I kicked my feet up against the warm radiator to let the leaves drip dry. Indoor sliding is incredible!