A Brass Counterweight: Part 23

I popped free from the newsagent's metal ring and bounced along the pavement under the awnings until I reached a quiet antiquarian bookshop. Sheltered inside the dry entrance alcove stood a heavy mahogany display easel holding a large art volume open. Dangling beside the lower ledge was a polished brass balance counterweight suspended on a fine braided cord, hovering just an inch above a felt mat. Gathering a hearty spring, I took a buoyant leap straight onto the brass weight. My soft belly squished around the cool, gleaming dome, and our combined balance caused the weight to gently dip and bob like a slow pendulum. The rhythmic sway sent sparkling midday light swirling through all my glitter. #Squishmallows #Squishey #SquishyToys @cataww234