Without a Net

The tent is down, and the trampoline is back in its regular spot.  But the net is not yet up around it. Which means that last night's bounce was not only in the gloaming but also in the open.

I know the net that surrounds the trampoline is window-dressing at best. It won't stop a hard roll or an errant flip.

But I'm the tamest of trampers. I bounce up and down, up and down. I might do a little air conducting if Brahms or Mozart has me by the collar, but otherwise I'm a cautious bouncer.

Still, I felt a bit daring last night as I jumped for 20 minutes without a net. Not quite ready for the circus yet, but liberated just the same.

(Illustration: Wikipedia)