A Silver Seesaw

I gripped the polished handle of a silver teaspoon that lay balanced across the rim of an off-white ceramic mug. It looked just like a gleaming seesaw waiting for a rider! Leaning my weight forward over my cone shoes, I gave the handle a steady push with both hands. The round bowl of the spoon lifted up into the morning air with a delightful, clear chime against the porcelain. When I eased back, it tapped down again, ringing like a tiny breakfast bell. The bright sound echoed so cheerily across the tabletop that I couldn't resist rocking it a few more times.