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1.14.00 Simple Pleasures I step off the train and into the foggy night. Can't believe it can get this thick. My board hits the pavement, and I soon find myself drifting through the diffused scene. The soft glow of the street lights can barely be seen overhead as I skate towards my destination. The courtyard is empty and that's to be expected on a night like this. My wheels across the brick walkway are the only sound to be heard. I roll over to a well waxed bench and sit down. I would have grinded it, but I'm not here to skate. Not tonight. My pounding head quickly reminds me of why I'm here. Eight years is a long time. Can't believe it went on that long. Now it's over. Never again will I see that face. Hear that voice. Feel that touch. Can't believe it's really over. I don't know what it's like to live alone. I've never had to deal with that. Well, nothing can last forever. I look down at my board. Fourteen years is a long time. It's always been there for me. It's there for me tonight. It will be leaning against my bed when I wake in the morning. It understands that perfection doesn't exist. It's made me cry, complain, scream, smile, and laugh. It has taught me to strive for change if something isn't good enough. It will always be there to teach me. I love this sport. I pick up my scarred deck and begin walking back towards the train station. The fog seems to have lifted, and the stars are blazing away over my head. I turn around and gaze across the courtyard to where I had just sat. Well, I can't let all that good wax go to waste. Maybe just a quick session...... |