Porch Hammock

A wide canvas work glove was draped right over the porch railing, catching the cool afternoon shade. My legs were buzzing from all that morning dashing, so I scrambled up the wicker basket underneath and slid straight onto the thick fabric. It felt just like a giant padded hammock! I leaned back against the curved leather thumb, let my boots rest over the stitched cuff, and took a long, quiet breather. The breeze rustled the nearby hydrangeas, gently rocking the glove. A short pause right here, and I will be fully recharged for whatever comes next!