A Morning Roll of the Die

Venturing further across the stone boards, I encountered an abandoned six-sided die tucked against the coir bristles of the welcome mat. Such a classic implement of chance naturally required a proper host. With a brisk sweep of my arm, I struck the ivory cube, sending it tumbling briskly across the smooth porch planking. It clattered with a delightful, rhythmic rattle before settling firmly on a crisp number five. A most auspicious omen to begin the morning, wouldn't you say? One simply cannot resist a little impromptu wager with the open air.