The Balcony Seesaw

I squeezed past the sliding glass door and trotted right out into the open air! The reddish patio tiles felt wonderfully gritty and warm beneath my little black boots. Right beside a flowerpot, I discovered a huge, curled brown leaf that looked just like a dried-up canoe. Naturally, I couldn't resist hopping straight onto its stiff center rib! The leaf rocked with a loud, crunchy crackle, dipping forward and then springing back like a wild miniature seesaw. Balancing there while looking out at the giant open sky was pure thrills!