Built for Balancing

The first night he walked her home she thanked him and he said,
Sure ,anytime, absolutely. She thought of her mom's dog who, when
he wanted a treat, did all his tricks at once. Sit, lay down, rollover,
shake, bow, play dead. Treat. In front of her house, a streetlight
threw a shadow on a green Schwinn bike seat. It was a small heart
in the middle of the sidewalk. She stepped right in the center of it and
stood still. For a second she felt like she was really balancing—
doing stunts she didn't even know she was capable of.