Carrying with it, the trivialities that nature discards.
Swimming above the concrete, it reminisced briefly with every obstacle but quickly and effortlessly resumed its flighty waltz from crack to crack, chain link to link.
Perusing board bases, winding through spinning wheels.
Kissing the metal of flexing trucks, and moving on.
Instantaneously forgetting each brief tryst in favor of future endeavors.
The world was in harmony.
Each component cooperating diligently and beautifully to create the masterpiece God so fastidiously conceived in his vision.
A swift crack split the air.
Debris was churned into chaos. Tendrils splintered.
Zephyrs ripped to pieces.
And as the tail of his board departed from the unbridled display of apathy, contemptuous clouds of dust saw him off.
6 inches into the air.
Michael Cash’s first ollie.
He landed as haughtily as he had launched.
And the gentle breeze scattered violently from the scene.
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