Ride down the hill swiftly

swerve left and right

trying not to pick up to omuch speed

pass by trees tht blurr together

in a blob of green

feel the small bumps

dents in the road

ones would not have noticed if was walking

breeze brushes against face defiantly 

causes hair to go out of place

close eyes 

let the board take where it wants to go

stretch arms 

the wind runs between fngers

focus on the beat of music playing

begin to sway to it

never want this feeling to end

never want to get to the bottom of the hill

open eyes 

ending of the hill is approaching

begining to lose speed 

push hair back into place

turn up music

lean to the side 

turn right

start pushing

the next hill awaits