Cartwheels

I did cartwheels today.  I wanted to make sure I could still propel my body sideways onto my hands and spring forth.  In my youth, I spent hours tumbling and twirling in any space large enough for me to spring my body across the ground.  Spending a few days in an adult community has made me hyper aware of the aging process, the hardening of the body, the loss of buoyancy and bounce.   So while grilling vegetables in my parents' backyard, I had a strong urge to put down the tongs, and cartwheel across the freshly mowed grass.  So I did.