Happiness

I think happiness is a tricky thing. Everbody wants it, only few people seem to have it. And most people who do, don't even realize it. 

Lately I feel like I've lost  a big chunk of mine, too. I'm sure it's somewhere out there, probably sipping coffee right now, waiting for me to find fit. It begins in fall, and by the time the first snow covers the sweet asphalt, it's already half faded. Nature in this part of the globe just makes it hard to pursue it.

I can't wait to grab my board and wake up the streets of this dreary old city. Honking cars,  wheeling bycicles, stomping feet and yelling voices. The board becomes my own instrument. Pushing, popping and powersliding. Listen to the symphony of Skateboarding.