Venice Skate Park

February 15, 2015

Maybe my favorite way to end the work week is walking to the beach, and watching the guys at the skate park get in their last rides as the sun fights off the night. There's something about the grinding of their wheels on concrete that soothes me. It could be watching them in their escape eases me into my own looking forward to a weekend of writing. There's also something eerily familiar about it although I'd never dare jump on a board (I'd surely break every bone in my body). I'm sort of a believer in alternate realities and past lives so perhaps that has something to do with it, or maybe in my future, I'll have a son that skates. There have been other things and people that have felt this way. Familiar but still just out of reach in this life. I'm not sure what it is, but in the meantime, I can't get enough of trying to capture their world.