Carnival Crush Leads to Snowpacked Skate Adventure

Seattle, WA

Snowstorms and skatebording can be seductive for just about anyone.

Pursuing a long term crush over his friend at the fruit juice-hot dog carnival stand, a man stopped by for lunch but missed his woman just as she got off shift.  Wandering from one building to the next, hot dog in tow, he found himself in the heights of a concrete skateboard tunnel covered in ice and snow.  Glancing left and right he watched people jump and slide, testing the newest brand of ice-skate-ski hybrid “thingies”.

“The guy said I could try it out if I wanted.  It turned out I was a natural”.  Within minutes, the man forgot his limited experience on snow packed ice and had more fun than he’d had in his life, whizzing up curves and gliding around the embankments of a snowy, icy, blizzard bowl!

Unspoken Gypsy Duel

Buenos Aires, Argentina

An old man with golden locks curls up outside a doorway in Buenos Aires, his head pressed against hers like a cat, snuggling as if to say “no ten duda, te quiero, somos familia”.  His hair was a desperately irrisistable mane – maybe it was the way the sunlight smoothed over the curls, she couldn’t help letting her hand run through the locks.

She repeated again and again, he must be taken.  Looking upward she confronted  a middle aged gypsy woman, invisible to the ear, yet strong enough to leave her feeling weaker than she’d been in days.   Her hand slowed, rummaging through a curl, waiting for direction as if one of the three would find fault for the other, running into the back corners of a midnight Milonga.  She watched the gypsy’s eyes follow a frozen palm, waiting for a decision which wasn’t coming.  As the woman’s fingers slid upward on an ankle, “la sur”, the pair kneeled, reading palms until the sun rose and silence broke at morning.

Socialite Takes Walkabout in Sahara

Somewhere, Not so Urban

And so, without hesitation, the world appeared to disappear.  And so, without hesitation two women found themselves in the Sahara.  And so, just kidding.  The Sahara dried up.

Because, as we all know, the desert can always use a little more drought.

Accompanied by flocks of pifomathes, a unique blend of the pigeon, Flamingo, and mocking bird only found during solstice in Mali, a Manhattan socialite spread her wings and found an arid sensation of wicked yet gleeful delight as she tumbled through the arid, cracked, bony surface.

As most manhattan socialites are, this little lady was not easily distracted and kept her flock focused on the horizon.  Nearing sunrise with the air coaxing an easy breeze and forgiving chill, the pack felt smaller and more aware of their presence on the open grounds, spreading her grin as wide as her wingspan until stepping two bare feet onto the cuff of a rocky cliff.

MMM. Pause.  And so, presumably, this isn’t exactly the Brooklyn Bridge.  Presumably, even a pifomathe knows the difference.