the stuff of summer saturdays

Practicing at Columbia Lakefront never gets old. Afterhours hit and the local restaurants started closing. As the crew filed out and I was but the only bboy left, a lone skateboarder made his way over. Even if most of his movements were simply gliding, I could tell by his body leans that he was vibing out to the breaks I was playing. No words or glances, just feigned apathy in each others’ activities.

He was admittedly impressive. High kickflips and ollies —> wheelies across my platform turf. Maybe he was impressed by my fast mills or threads, who knows. I found it appropriate to end the night with Sarah Brightman’s “Time to say goodbye.” I made out his chuckling behind me as I was stretching.

Finally, we exchanged nods. The bridge was there between disparate communities. Breakers and skateboarders .. we get each other!