A Ticket for the Breeze

I scrambled out of the warm flower planter and trotted past the courtyard gate right toward the yellow street curb! Tucked against the concrete was an empty plastic transit card sleeve with a shiny discarded bus transfer ticket poking out. Heh! I hopped right onto the slick plastic envelope with both round feet, gripping the folded paper ticket like a miniature steering sail. Whoosh! A passing bus swished by, and the gust caught the edge of the paper, sliding me across the smooth painted yellow curb like a tiny street surfer! I leaned hard into the breeze, laughing as my little paper ride zipped along the concrete line!