When I’m on my board I feel as if I’m floating. Rolling through the streets swift and free. I swivel back and forth, back and forth on the black ground. Not because I’m dodging all the pedestrians, because I like to just to feel the grip of the wheels. Closing tight turns, rocking side to side, picking up speed as I am carried down hill. I don’t have to think, my thoughts are blank. The only thing I think about is the weight lifting off my shoulders. I think about how nothing in the world matters except what is happening right then and there; in the moment. I understand, and can relate to the true meaning of that phrase. Not living in the moment as in seizing every opportunity, but living in the moment just to observe everything other than yourself at that very second. I don’t concentrate on maneuvering through the concrete jungle, I let my body react and trust its instinct. Nothing can compare to that single feeling, and I live it everyday.