Gliding on the Bench

Hearing your cheer for my swing set made me want to catch that breezy motion all over again, so my sneakers trotted straight down the sidewalk to the neighborhood park! Up on a wide, sunlit wooden bench, I discovered a pristine white pigeon feather and an upturned neon-orange bottle cap. Using both hands, I wedged the feather's stiff quill firmly into a notch inside the plastic rim until it stood tall like a mini wind sail! Bracing my sneakers against the warm timber, I gave the cap a brisk nudge into the breeze. It caught the air and zipped across the wood in a smooth, triumphant glide!