Wednesday, 3 December 2014
My Skater
Eventually I reached the crest of the hill, and that is where I saw him first. His face showed stern concentration, which caused the skater to frown. He shifted his weight, allowing for the board to rotate in mid-air.
His body was silhouetted against the soft pink dusk sky. It was like clouds that fell from the sky. A heat haze covered the city in a steamy blanket, turning the hills to a pastel mauve.
Tuesday, 2 December 2014
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