Throwing Keys

I love the sound keys make when they are thrown in the air. There was a time in my life when I played with keys all the time. I would throw them super high, and then listen to that sound, and then catch them. I once hit my grandmother in the head, because I lost control of the keys.

A friend of mine in college once told me that she could always tell when I was coming down the hall in our dorm, because she could hear the keys. I played with keys all the time.

I haven't played with keys in a while. I don't know why really, it just kind of stopped.

Tonight, I was walking back from putting paper in the recyling bin in our apartment complex, when I got the sudden urge to throw my keys. There it was again, that sound. I threw my keys a few more times, before I got back to the apartment. It was peaceful to hear that sound, that sound of being free from your owner, and just hanging in the air for a second or two. I love the sound keys make when they are thrown in the air.