46&2

It was caustically hot. The sun tore down out of the sky without mercy. IS and I trudged over ot the flight path circles, but they were too chunky and most of all, the heat was almost unbearable. We pushed down the path, mile upon mile of swealtering asphalt, past basketball courts and flat gaps and bigger gaps and an 8x2 court that was an ideal flatground spot. We went to the white rails, and the aztec temple banks, and went home. We founda brilliant tiled hip, but didn't skate it because it was huge and we were hot. My shadow's shedding skin. I think I'm giong to rest for the remainder of the week. My ankles are raw from trying to catch underflipped *********s.