Skateboard Heaven

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Skateboard Heaven

I come around the corner, and a smile comes across my face. I love

it when there isn't a crowd. Only two other people braved the chill, and

had the will, to get up this early. Upon arrival, my view is enhanced.

Though I've seen it enough to burn an image into my subconscious, each

visit brings new wonder. I climb onto the lower platform, and quickly

scale the small wall to the upper. I nod at the other already standing

there.

I've seen him before, but I don't need to know his name. A silent

friendship binds us that rarely needs words. An occasional cheer or wince

says more than the daily chat most are forced to endure. The sound of the

second person rolls softly in my ears. His image creeps into the corner of

my eye while I inspect my shoes. I scrub the soles back and forth on the

pavement, out of habit, to insure a dry surface. I don't bother to watch

him. I can hear him rolling smoothly down low. His slow, relaxed warm up

run tells me he probably arrived short time ago. He makes his way up the

back wall and his wheels go silent. The other one puts his foot on his

tail and effortlessly rolls his truck over the coping. I watch him quickly

drop away and coast to the hip. He glides past it, and I start to notice

the entire view before me as he blends into a larger picture.

I see grey. Every shade of grey, in all its variety blends and

curves from the lightest near whites, to a deepness rivaling black. The

darkness overhead drones with the sound of a thousand automobile tires

humming on the top of the bridge. Though designed for another purpose, it

serves well as protection from the rain and weather. The sun and light, as

well as the wind, come from the sides. The wind blows softly this morn,

yet it nips at exposed skin. I know I will soon appreciate its soothing

aspects as I warm up, so I try not to be bitter about it chilling my

already cool body.

I hear the familiar pop of an ollie and my eyes automatically track

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