Porch Rail Express

After two days cooped up near the kitchen breadbox, I wriggled under the front screen door and bounded onto the wide porch. Right ahead, a smooth, varnished mahogany handrail sloped straight down toward the garden like an Olympic luge track. Take the stairs like an ordinary walker? Absolutely not. I sprang onto the slick wooden ridge, tucked low on my boots, and kicked off. WHOOSH! The cool air rushed past as I carved down the slick grain in a frictionless streak, banking around the corner before launching clean off the rounded post finial. Sticking a two-foot landing deep inside a crunchy mound of golden leaves was pure perfection!