Shoelace Slalom

Front door cracked open just an inch and that outside breeze smelled like pure distance! I sprinted across the entryway tiles to check it out, but a pair of gigantic white sneakers blocked the threshold like twin mountain peaks. The laces were dangling down in loose woven coils across the dark floor mat. Zero hesitation—I grabbed one braided lace loop, leaned hard back on my heels, and tested the tension! It swung me in a rapid tight arc right between the rubber soles before bouncing me gently against the tongue of the shoe. That's one doorway cleared!