Terminal Verbosity

One of the most joyful things a man can experience is a series of rainy days, broken by a day of clear and good weather. Naturally, anyone of hale countenance would be inclined to skate to work on such a day. I did. It was cool enough to not get sweaty on the way, and I spent the better part of a half hour on that way. I wandered through traffic, around scooters, and luckily, never under taxis. The surface went from mirror smooth to rude, and worse; a series of unsettled square tiles ran down the length of a sun lit road. Many were broken broken, necessitating hitting them at an angle by weaving to and fro across the sidewalk. Minsen hood is brimming with old rich folk, who regrettably spent their time panicking as I approached them. I am unaware of their behavior after my passage. Upon my arrival, I concealed my skateboard under the stairs, so that children might not discover it and frolic upon it without permission. Howsoever, I deeply hope that some day, it shall be discovered. Having suffered through the penance that is the earning of wages, I retrieved my skateboard from under the stairs whence it had been hidden, and the pair of us cruised down the now darkened streets through the gloaming. Little ebulient ollies carried me over curb and dale, crack and trashbag. Cheeky short manuals scraped the tail without care, across cross walks and through semi distraught pedestrians. I felt neither shame nor remorse as phone gazers jumped ever so slightly as they became aware of our transit. Our reference frames drifted apart and together, and I diverted into the bus lane and back up the curb ot the sidewalk as the rough deteriorated or ameliorated.
There is a profound satisfaction to be gained by treating your skateboard as a means of transportation. The city is transmuted into a technological anthropic anthill, teaming with species of works and soldiers and transporters and buyers and sellers and the self as a unique exister; as something that cannot be duplicated or produced in fascimile. No one reads this, but if anyone does in the distance future, I urge you to skate your city and get to know it on the most intimate and direct and abstract level. There are greater joys in life, but they are few and far between.