Sprinkler Timing Run

That metal oscillating sprinkler sweeping across the community park turf was practically screaming my name. It was tossing a giant arch of mist side to side, ticking away like a mechanical clock before whipping back in a sudden hiss. Perfect rhythm test! I crouched by the grass edge, tracked the sweep, and bolted straight into the spray zone. I hit full stride across the damp clover, timing my dash right under the climbing curtain of water. Right as the brass arm rattled and reversed, I launched in a low leap clean over the green metal stand, catching just a tiny spray of cool droplets across my back spikes before skidding onto the dry concrete path. Completely cleared the spray zone!