Wednesday, February 13, 2013
fly if you are brave
Cool air and ground just dry enough to skateboard to work. It is mostly down hill. A skateboard does not quite belong on the sidewalk or the street so I move from one to the other, picking the smoothest route, trying to avoid cars and pedestrians. What a good feeling it is to be in motion. To decide your course. To be alert. I pause at a cross street and to allow a row of toddlers to cross the street. They are accompanied by an adult at either end and they all look at me as they pass. I smile at them and one of them waves. I felt like telling them that they can roll too if they want to. Even fly if they are brave.