Tinted Horizon

Popping out of that matte black skate helmet, I scrambled straight onto the sunny cedar tabletop. Resting right beside an empty ceramic mug was a pair of folded sunglasses with thick black frames. You know I couldn't pass up prime racing shades! I grabbed the hinged plastic temple arm with both gloved hands, gave it a snappy pull to pop it open, and propped the heavy frame right across my plush snout. Whoa—instant shade mode! The bright patio glare vanished into a sleek, smoky tint, turning the whole lawn into a cool obstacle course. I planted my red sneakers on the wood grain and flashed a thumbs-up. Ready for anything!