The Great Nylon Slide

A wide forest-green umbrella was resting open across the entryway tiles, arched like a giant domed hill! Scrambling atop a sturdy boot propped against the wall, I reached out and shimmied onto the taut nylon slope. The slick fabric hummed right through my sweater as I found my footing. With both mittens hugging my parcel tight, I let go and whooshed straight down the steep waterproof curve! Zip! The slick surface sent me sailing right off the scalloped rim, landing with a soft, bouncy plop right in the middle of the bristly coir doormat. My boots barely stopped sliding before I scrambled up, eager for another climb!